A Complicated Thing

Kiss

In a constant state of flux,
another ostentatious fling.
I’ve been contemplating love
but it’s a complicated thing.

We tightly hold each other,
so brazenly we’re furled
as we lie beneath the covers
both hidden from the world.

The love I’ve had for others
is soon to be transferred
onto a new exciting lover
when it isn’t meant for her.

I fall asleep fulfilled
with a companion by my side
and I awake to see a stranger
reflected in her eyes.

I can still feel her touch,
moments etched on my skin.
I’ve been contemplating love
but it’s a complicated thing.

 

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Photograph by Anna Sastre

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Lucas Howard

When I was seven I started copying poems out of a book and telling people they were mine. When I ran out of good ones to copy, I had to start writing my own. I have been performing and organising nights on the UK spoken word scene now for over seven years and am most of the way through writing the first draft of my first novel 'Zedlist', which is serialised on here. As the story is in fetal form, any critiques or suggestions are most welcome.

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