Like a passing thought upon an empty plate Like a spitfire that leaves it’s trail of thought in an almost cloudy straight line

I have never seen such an unbelievable sight before A cartoon bumblebee I couldn’t believe my very own eyes It took me totally by surpris

Today we celebrate our unbirthday We continually eat our unbirthday cake Slurping our never ending drinks We play musical chairs

As my feet walk this treadmill of the world I feel the heat I feel the cold My feet splash in the deep sea

The Keeper of the Books Lives wherever, anywhere, anytime there is any book

I feel very lucky today I got to see my Uncle Rob before he gently passed away It was an unusual sight To see you in such a deep sleep

You said you wouldn’t stare You said you wouldn’t look You wanted some poetry Something new and exciting Fresh in my mind and thoughts

I was consumed by you My feelings overwhelming If you drank water I would want the same

As I stand naked in front of you You witness my naked poetry My words perspire through my skin So many words deep within me

As soon as you saw me Instant electricity So highly charged So red hot So lightening blue My mind and body only had thoughts of you

Poetry is the best thing Any subject Any animate things Love and sex Mum knows best Always a mention Pert breasts, valleys and streams

I am your naked poet You tell me you will strip me to my core You will make me bleed You will tantalise me I will be overcome

Chronic fatigue knackers me Like having constant jet lag Constant pain Every where Lay on the bed I fall asleep I am so tired

I am naked Not a stitch on Nude Totally starkers I am stripped down You de-robe me Unadorned Unblemished

Sometimes it’s hard to see the colours The red The pinks The blue The world changes every day

I felt almost human I felt almost beautiful In a lace bra It did not pull

You imagine me You revel in my words You have a slight addiction to my poetry In your minds eye Your own image of my naked poetry

Each night in your mind You travel wild terrains, seas and catch the breeze I hear your words in the breeze As you grow nearer

Your burning fire Ignited my eternal flame Your fire burnt and scarred my flame I felt your burning heat inside me Your lust and passion

My Grandad He was the best A war hero None the less He was 97 when he went to heaven I miss him still He was very special