Burn Me (Like You Love Me)
Every time our skin touch
Throbbing burns overcome
My fingertips, so much.
Until you, no person
Made me feel from one touch.
Burning sensation taking
Over my entire body.
Rising heat, heighten senses, awaking
My system, prickly - feeling foggy.
Burning, blistering body, acking.
For you to touch me
Once more - delicately destroy
My every sense, to touch, see.
In your destruction, there's joy.
No one understands, nobody.
How I find comfort in your warmth,
Embrace embers of the flame.
Trace, kiss burns formed,
By your touch, shamed
Me for being warmed.
by; Tori Sheehan
MARIE JANE / CHARLIE
Sittin pretty at a party
Too many bodies round me.
Drunk daughters, sons actin hardy.
Behind me Marie
Offers me to join Jane
And her in the bathroom.
Backrooms of my brain,
I see a young man whom
Looks like my father.
In his twenties.
Bloodshot, dishonour, throwin dollar
After dollar, pennies.
At the woman who would
Become my mother.
Marie, Jane and Charlie stood
there, dancin to music lover.
Slippin something to my father,
Then me in the bathroom.
Sat on top of a washer,
Lines on top of Matthew's
Toilet, like lines I saw
In my backrooms, while
Mother muttered something about law,
Charlie kissed her with a smile.
by; Tori Sheehan
Blue Hands
I moved to the other side of the country.
The sun sets quicker here,
Where horses run free.
It's been many years
Yet as five becomes the new ten
O clock, and Christmas lights appear.
All I can think about is your hands.
How quickly they grew cold this time of year,
That horrid blue colour.
Shivering, holding you near.
Removing my warmth, handing
My gloves to you, red ears
Peaking up, as students think they can sing
Christmas carols and volunteers
Clear the streets for Santa's parade.
I almost fell in love with you again.
Just from that memory, how
In love you think you are when
You're young. I fall in love with how you allow
Me to help heat you up, your eyes,
How cute you looked layered up then,
I hear the voice in my head of the lies.
The lies and hurt you inflicted on me.
How lonely it was when the world was just us.
No other comfort, contact, dreams, degree.
Simply just you and me.
The voice claims the word abuse,
As all my friends and family agreed.
How could my love be reduced
To such a horrid thing? I worried
If this was abuse, than I have never known love.
by; Tori Sheehan
Like A Stray Dog By A Pond
How naïve to believe
That you could love me
You weave compliments to deceive
Me, to follow you as a stray dog would.
Loyalty is best suit for someone sat mute -
Desperate to be wanted,
Desperate for love, to get rid of
This empty, hunger feeling in my stomach.
That consumes my lonely afternoons,
Walking in circles around the pond.
Push through temperatures, waiting for you,
Sat where you left me.
Like a stray dog by a pond.
by; Tori Sheehan