MarylebonePoet's profile

Treatment His name is Levent, Mum used him before Checking out my legs for scleroteraphy I am not sure about the whole thing, Then comes the soft caressing, He follows the veins up and down Reaching towards the feet and back. He does that to everyone I guess, With those able warm hands. Transparent skin, enlarged veins, he mumbles Dropped the shoes as he asked, There they are my feet: so unloved I want to depart… Why doesn’t he wear gloves? He touches again, following the river of blood One h...

Letter For You There was a bright red anorak, which I wore, To the date, we eagerly met, each others soul, Where, the lovers or the others gather no more. You were shy, sweet as pie and a cheerful guy. It was like in the movies, with a beginning in fall, Country trips, you loved music, driving and all, I was with you, telling everything you wish to know. You had feelings, a few friends, and a home to go. Once though, you were a child, innocent and quiet. Beautiful face, toys and games not eno...

Letter For You There was a bright red anorak, which I wore, To the date, we eagerly met, each other’s soul, Where, the lovers or the others gather no more. You were shy, sweet as pie and a cheerful guy. It was like in the movies, with a beginning in fall, Country trips, you loved music, driving and all, I was with you, telling everything you wish to know. You had feelings, a few friends, and a home to go. Once though, you were a child, innocent and quiet. Beautiful face, toys and games not en...

Denial It was my usual walk from Marylebone to the mews, I asked you to leave that night when the police came around. Wasn’t that long ago, a few weeks maybe more, Winter evening, it was raining, I’m repressing. With anger guarding my heart, wasn’t missing you as much, Then it came down pouring, when I pictured you in the kitchen, How did this all happened? I feel lonely, very lonely wanting to deny it all, But I see addicts in the square, waiting for their dealer, Then I remember why you can...