Twisted Poem by Tony Robinson

I bruise blissfully in shades of blue and yellow in gentle reminders of your love. Your imprint embedded in me, body and soul. A torturous reminder of what was, and what will be again. A delicious sourness that does not repel, but heals the wounds that otherwise would not close. Your kisses are a gentle whisper like the September breeze, gently grazing my skin like nettle stings, alerting my senses to the presence of your touch that penetrates me with sweet surprise, but my screams are muffled by the beauty of your moans and solitude is set aside for another day, a rain cloud not yet ready to release. I feel I’m sinking into you - further away from me, I revel in the abandonment that I know will be my undoing, regardless I pursue the path that will lead me into the unknown, a realisation caught too late, but necessary to bring me to my starting point.