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
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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].