God bless things multifunctional
and things that bring us glee
like my favourite mug - it can hold a KitKat
as well as gallons of tea

I hold you
you’re barely a minute old
all eyes, screams and unfounded dreams
wrapped tight like a sushi roll
 
you’re ten million karats of gold
I can’t bear to put down
I want to raise you above my head
parade you around the town
 
but before I burst out the chorus
of The Circle of Life
your mother smiles, sighs and says
“Al....not tonight.”
 
even if I can’t present you
to everyone like a king
I’ll just have to give you the world
and much more
my everything

sugar-soaked in Snapchat sepia
our expressions embellished like squashed licorice
a sticky tattoo on tattered sleeves
an exhibition of adolescence
 
smiles that should split our faces sore
                      bearing chattered gnashers
                                                gnawed from student anxieties
                                                                     stained from library coffee and
                                                                                                    polished by budget toothpaste
 
our salted skin doused in vodka
and coke – making the memory sweeter
with bar-time brothers
oblivious to the incoming traffic
 
I remember hearing the Wednesday swansong
“Don’t look back in anger”
I rarely do

​it’s evening
the rain is heavy
lamplights
on a cul-de-sac 
 
inside a bedroom
he feeds her chocolate
from the bedside table
already broken up
into little squares
the crumbs melt into the carpet
 
her eyes wander around the room
she communicates through nods
and tired smiles
 
hours pass
others enter and leave
asking if they could help
or if she needed anything
 
she gives off a dry cough
before clicking her tongue twice
 
he closes her eyes
and leaves to tell others 

They're dripping out slowly, but here's another one I wrote on my Poetry School course. This is one of my favourite one's I have written - hope it makes you warm and fuzzy inside too. Don't forget to chuck in a like on Facebook or Twitter if you approve!
 
London sends its love with cross-like kisses
each peck dissipates on the pool surface
yet you can’t comprehend how it can rain
this close to the Tropic of Cancer
 
I limber up before hurdling in
embracing the cold flush
and the pitter-patter love
that seeps across my scalp
the sense of carpe diem
swallows me whole
 
I invite you to join me open armed
you politely decline
still mourning the calypso sun
and preparing for a day of crosswords
 
until I sweep you up
my partner in prime
off your flipflopped feet
brave the backlash
as together
we take the plunge