Poison

i take back my clothes

the shirt that you tore

buttonless, scandalous

crestfallen on the floor

 

beyond mending

 

i take back my words

you will strain soon to read

this script pale jaundiced

ink smeared, i did bleed

 

not worth sending

 

i take back my laughter

shards of effusive delight

how it filled your empty

on each dark, hollow night

 

so soon ending

 

i take back my dreams

forged in whispered, molten heat

and the poison that you offered?

how was breakfast

my sweet?

The Cage

oh elusive bird

oft in need of clandestine capture

i free you from my skeletal cage

with cacophonous cartilaginous crack

a delicate, metal hinged rapture

..

you stumble, stunned

to adamantine floor

feeble sparrow lungs shrill with musty air

limp, tremoring under yonder rocking chair

rest awhile

i will not disturb you there

..

sometime later, as i sleep

a stranger knocks from realm afar

steps in, leaving the door ajar

and from my slumber

to fitfull wake

sweet bird has flown

feather alone

my keepsake

Aphrodisia

your words are obsession

i wear them as garland

around my neck

a syllabic posy

touch me not with tentative fingertips

let me feast on words first

you speak a bouquet with ardent brevity

soaked in cognac, breeding longevity.

intoxicated I yield

as you place the blindfold

dark consonants consume vapid vowels

light removed, limbs revealed

i warn of sensitive skin

a hedonist prone to histrionics and hives

seeking sweet amaranthine surprise

amidst stinging nettle nouns

arrogating attention with alliterations

your words fire me

in terse, tectonic tense

a loquacious libretto

of hyphenated suspense

 

our nascent hearts

unmute

 

 

Lachrymose

so frail now

your fingertips in mine

supported gently

parchment paper skin

venous rivers slow, tepid within

..

as the sand slowly sifts

i squeeze

i try to halt the final grains, yet

this maudlin hourglass only drains

to somber clock tick

sentry gated soldiered seconds fall

the war is over

all is lost

that is all

..

a last dawn

this last day

as curtains part

your light slips away

 

The last word

what shall be your last word spoken

what shall be that last word said

will there be a soft one listening

there beside your final bed

..

or if you would leave on some non descript day

will the word be a mumble as you rush on your way

as you kiss her, fleeting, on a passing cheek

“pickup my dry cleaning, it’s been over a week”

..

week?

..

so much hurrah over baby’s first word

yet of grandad’s last, who knows; no one heard

no one leaned into the crackles of fading breath

to decipher his utterances

welcoming

death

..

what shall be your last word spoken

what shall be that last word said

speak as if that last day arrives

so fleeting is life

on fragile thread

..

For Soriah…. I was listening x

A very special lady joined our WordPress family less than a month ago…. making immediate friends with her warm words, encouragements and vivacious soul.

Soriah is now preparing her final journey from this mortal coil, and her blog “Poetry and Chocolate” has disappeared into the digital ether.
I was able to briefly re-blog one of her wonderful poems before it slipped away too.

Please wish her well….

Soriah, best wishes on the journey. Remember to dress warm … heaven is surrounded by vast tumbling, iced clouds sweetheart ….. ❤️❤️

I am the "little armored one", moving gently through life. Hoping to safeguard my sensitivities with layers of words and the expression of thought. Shielding my mirror neurons at times, or tasting music and spinning till I'm dizzy. Every moment here is a gift.