Sunburn
I saw rolling oceans in her eyes
And thought about drowning in them
I saw vines in her hair that stretched up to heaven
And tangled around the tallest trees
I wanted them to wrap around me
Her voice was smooth jazz that played all night long
In bars I would linger in till I was thrown out
Her mind the priceless artwork so valuable the public weren’t even allowed to see it
Still, I would risk stealing it
Her heart was the frozen lake I wanted to skate across
Knowing it could crack at any second
Her embrace was the snow that always melted too soon
Her face the singular snowflake
Her eyelashes rays of sun I stood under
And worried would burn me
So I went inside and closed the curtains
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Biography
Jonathan is a Manchester-based writer and performance-poet studying Creative and Professional Writing at Bangor University. He has been published in a couple of poetry anthologies within Manchester. He is a core member of the spoken word collective Young Identity, a vibrant group of passionate young writers. With this group he has given readings across the country opening up for established writers and performers such as Saul Williams and before a Carol-Ann Duffy play- My country.