iLove Let­ters

when you
play with the pearl
of my ear­lobe
on the tip
of your tongue
it’s like a ninja move
you render me help­less
as if i’ve for­got­ten
how to breathe
 
and i’m in fear
of com­ing apart
as you kiss
my belly undo
the but­ton
on my jeans and let
the zip un-tooth
 
just a little bit
 
whilst you talk
in tapestries
about a sum­mer sweet per­fume
woven with sun­shine prom­ises
 
but come on boy
 
who you kid­ding
it’s bubble bath
and fab­ric softener
 
i can’t see the future
but i can read your mind
as your tongue writes
lick
using my belly but­ton
to dot the
 
i
 
so in the interest
of free speech
fin­ish your sen­tence
make it an essay
make it a book
oh my god just write
don’t talk

———-

iCon­jug­ate

i         flirt shame­lessly
you    flirt out­rageously
we     seem destined to fall into bed
he     (my boy­friend) — uses foul lan­guage
                  in aggress­ive tones to tell me
                  what a bad girl i am
she    (your girl­friend) — keeps giv­ing me the evil eye
they   will be his­tory
us      meant to be

———-

iRhyme

when i was a little girl
i played with my bar­bie
and bar­bie played with little ted
until it was time for bed
dear reader
those grubby thoughts
are so out of order
there must be a cesspit
in your head
 
then bar­bie got bor­ing
and so i star­ted
 
to play with boys
dear reader
don’t read too much into this
i wasn’t that sort of girl
yes i would let boys play
with my tiny breasts
in a doc­tor and nurse scen­ario
and we would share a little kiss
in a mummy and daddy play
that’s all there was to it
then …
 
now
a few years fur­ther on
i play to wicked tunes
in pubs and clubs
a little drink a little late night love
dabble in some happy­time drugs
meet faces
dance­floor romances
some touch my heart
and some days i play with clouds
and some days i weep when the morn­ing breaks
dear reader
please don’t get the wrong idea
i’m just a girl
out to have fun
instead of being too ser­i­ous
 
well little ted and bar­bie
ran off together years ago
 
so now i write and play with words
 
and for the page
i undress
reveal my loves the bod­ies i’ve craved
the shoes i’ve desired
the life so far that i have lived
dear reader
do not fret
i can handle this
 
i
am
poet

Writ­ing under the name of iDrew to co-ordinate with her titles, Essex girl Drew has pre­vi­ously been pub­lished in vari­ous magazines, such as The Delin­quent, Ozone Park, All Things Girl, and the Read This Skin Deep Antho­logy. She enjoys shop­ping, boys and clubs, but claims these are all merely research for her writ­ing. She is also one of the found­ing mem­bers of the Clue­less Col­lect­ive.