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A poem from 2018

You’re talking too fast

It’s like you are trying to catch me out

It’s like you don’t want me to understand

It’s like you’re trying to bamboozle me

To dangle a juicy temptation in front of me

With fine sounding words

Creating imaginary delights

Firing my mind into paroxysms of overjoy

Raising the adrenaline

Then rushing me through the responsibilities

Willing me to sign on the dotted line

Without a moment to rationally think

Elf

A poem from 2017

Her small figure almost dances as she walks along

Hips swaying to a seductive beat

In her heart the desire to abduct your soul

With a giggle and a smile

Magically her footprints give way to red daisies

The bloodied, crushed flowers of your youth

Her pretty face shimmers a note of wickedness

And in her wake the smell of expensive perfume

She looks you straight in the eye and nausea rises in your throat

Fear roots you to the spot

And this creature whispers in your ear

“I am the fragrance of Christ”