Beauty trapped

Bind my heart, break my bones.
Sneak in when the lights are off.
When my guard is down.
Snap my soul and slip inside.
Overwhelm and consume me like heroin.
The addict in me pulls you near.
Breathe me in, suck me out.
Spun up in your mind like a crystal chandelier.
Precarious precious beauty.
Your hands on my innocence.
Pulling me down, knocking me over.
Teaching me how to fly.

20/04/202117/04/2021 by Mark Ryan Categories: beauty, sex, trappedTags: addict, beauty, bird, crystal, drugs, fly, glass, heart, heroin, kiss, love, poem, Poetry, precious, sex, treasure 4 Comments

Down in your heart

Caught in a life.
The glass prison.
A rope that pulls tighter each day.
Time forever tiptoes beyond our reach.
Layering us in dust and sighs.
Drop the illusions now of what you want.
And decide.
Who do you want to be?

31/03/2020 by Mark Ryan Categories: life, Poetry, prison, timeTags: art, become, days, glass, heart, illusions, life, poem, Poetry, prison, regret 2 Comments