WHAT DOES YOUR LOVE FEEL LIKE?

What does your love feel like?

Is it soft and fluid
Or does it cloy on the teeth
Like a bloodied, boxer’s mouth?

Does it make the heart sick
With sweet, sweet sugarings
That spin and drip in sticky clouds
Or as dry as a vacillating savanna
Flecked with dead oases
And forgotten bone?

Is it warm and peaceful
Or does it retch
Like the last breath of a suicide?

© Mel Lampro

STRANGE THING

I’m a musician; I’m a writer
I’ve been a lover and I’ve been a fighter
I’m a mother; I’m a cipher
I’m a wannabe cancer survivor
I’m as mad as the wind at night
My name means dark; my name means light
None of these things will ever define me
Yet they have shaped and re-aligned me
I’m a story-teller; I’m a changeling
I am me and that’s the strange thing

© Mel Lampro

CONCAVE

I’m an artist, a dreamer, a drifter, a slave
To the pressures that squeeze me until I’m concave
Like a mirror that flexes away from the light and
Only observes what is written at night.
I speak the language of whomever is nearest
My chameleon tongue chides the hearts that are dearest and
Closest to me yet, I cannot feel love.
It’s the stranger who weeps by my grave, my dove
It’s the stranger who weeps by my grave.

© Mel Lampro

THE MOON

i saw the moon

tonight

a crescent sliver

silver

split

hanging

from the rent cloth

of the sky


Wherever You Roam Covre

Previously Published:

Wherever You Roam: Volume 2 (Slim Volume)

Edited by: Kate Garrett

Available from Amazon


© Mel Lampro

SCORPION

bane-ripe

this

glistening

blistering

pomegranate

swelling heavy

on it’s burdened stalk

 

pregnant

 

eclipsed in span-shadow

an arachnid

distracted

 

by the majesty of flight

 

ambles on again

perfectly

out of proportion

© Mel Lampro / Previously published: Route 57, University of Sheffield Online Arts Magazine [2006].

ASSASSIN

a

tiny

pink

quiver

of

life

 

clings

onto it’s sanctuary

as the sleeper

seals it’s destiny

with

every

heavy

breath

 

nosferatu

drains

it’s essence

it’s existence

denying any claim

on identity

on equity

 

assassin

© Mel Lampro / Previously published: Route 57, University of Sheffield Online Arts Magazine [2006].