I shut my eyes and she’s always there
Smiling as I move in to kiss her
And when I’m asleep I can feel her lips
Her warm succulent caressing lips up against mine
And my joy is unrestrained as I sit here thinking of
Her beautiful body, her voracious rebellious mind but
Again it all comes back to those blessed lips
The mutual pleasure they bring us both as we lie
Tangled up in a cloister of love which
Makes me just want to run outside and
Proclaim to the world, that, for the first
Time in a long time, Yes life is great!
Bradford Middleton was born in London in the summer of 1971 but didn’t begin writing poetry until he was 36 when he landed in Brighton. He has a couple of chapbooks available, Drink Drank Drunk from Crisis Chronicles Press (Ohio, USA) and A Life Like This Ain’t For the Faint-Hearted from Holy & Intoxicated Press (Hastings, UK) as well as lots of material available online and in print. Some of the places that have published his work include Zygote in my Coffee, Five Poetry, Ppigpenn, Rapoetics, Chicago Record, Rolling Thunder Quarterly, Section 8 Magazine, Mad Swirl, Your One Phone Call, Dead Snakes and Empty Mirror. He tweets occasionally @beatnikbraduk.