Whitewashed in blue

The room,

the room,

suddenly –

whitewashed in blue.

This… this came too soon!

But – I will,

I will,

return to you.


Whitewashed in blue

and still, I think of you,

feelings like walls stripped

and whitewashed in blue.

But – I will,

I will,

return to you.


The light floods my eyes

whitewashed in blue,

oh, so tender memories of you.

But – will I,

will I,

be returned to you?


                                             © K.N.Liddington


Relentless. Desire.

Pulses through my veins like wildfire.

Perpetual confliction.

Is this, at last, my carnal erudition?

Considerate destruction.

My heart held hostage in its abduction.

Eternal bliss.

In the leathered tongues of your kiss.

Utter devastation.

My mind welcomes its final damnation.

© K.N.Liddington


How many evenings have we lost?

Time gone by and to what cost?


A thousand times I’ll wish,

For us, to be more, than this.


Instead, the gap grows…

The devil’s plan, he knows.


If only you could hear!

My heart, held by fear.


Forward – lies us apart.

So far, from our start.


Unless love can beat time

And these words redefine.


Then perchance we will find

Us, once more entwined.


© K.N.Liddington

The Kiss

The kiss, at last the kiss

Luxuriate in listless bliss

I can repaint the memory

In a kaleidoscope ceremony

Blushing embellishment,

Flavoured with sentiment.

In gold leaf edge, Oil on time

Vivid, textured, mine.

© K.N.Liddington

The Perfection Of You

There lies the moon shrouded in vapour,

For your sweet lips to savour.

There, the fog and the mist,

Remember the muggy night we kissed?


In cloaked clouds and shadows,

We discovered our love in bellows.

When you tilted your head pensively…

And I succumbed to the love of you inevitably.


The ivy twists and turns carefully binding,

The discordant melody of our finding.

To love is to lose yourself in bliss,

Lean in and feel the cherished kiss.


What we seek was always here,

For us to discover and cheer!

The world is dark and chaotic,

Yet… our love is ecstatic.


Let not death unleash its hound,

For immortality we have found,

In this common union of two…
Lies the perfection of you.

© K.N.Liddington