Letters from God

The same mirror I've stood in front of for years,
But time stands still for no one.
First there was one, then two, three and now four;
Four letters from God.
Others hide them; colour, mask or just pull them out.
But not I.
I like them; 
They're assurances,         
Reminders of yesteryear.
A time gone by; a happy, joyous, carefree, youthful time.          
The best years of my life, 
And of course, 
The time since.

© Amy Serafina

Soul f***

Deep, dark, mysterious depth,

buried hidden under layers of skin;
Your soul shines bright through your eyes.

Blooming, glowing, calling me to you.
A pull so fierce I can't stop.
It grabs my core, shakes it from its root and dances in the moonlight.

My body grows weak,
But inside, I'm alive!
With you I somersault in the wind,
Screaming with joy! 

     
Ecstatic and beyond limit,
My soul shivers with orgasmic delight!

© Amy Serafina

Who knew that poplar station was directly opposite you?
Certainly not I.
But twice a day, I'm reminded that it is.

The further I try to get away from you,
The closer they push me to you.
The impulse to jump off the train and...
And what?
I don't know...catch a glimpse of you?

Your weird eccentricities amidst the white shirts you wear every day,
Your fluffy black coat that you so proudly display,
Your smile,
That twinkle in your eyes,                       
The scrunched up nose as you giggle to yourself;
that naughty thought, yes, you had it again!                                           

So, twice a day I'm stuck.
Opposite you.
So close, yet so far.

© Amy Serafina