when you ask me to explain
why I love, fierce yet new
i throw up my arms
exasperated… as you do
must I really explain?
in choice verbal refrain
the cyclical tug of the moon
the surges of the tide
the longing, the familiarity
when you are … inside
in our last life
at our final hour
you said “never forget”
but, you have darling
yet not I
not yet
Haunted am I
by your face in dreams
where lips move but I cannot hear sound
and even if utterances profound
my heart would mute the words
to a faint melodic hum
a staccato stutter
So you hold up cards
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Bold
but my heart shields my eyes
her strong hands I cannot prise
only cracks of daylight
fuse
with
fading goodbyes
I sit amongst fallen leaves
achingly curled dry into final poses
over scattered shrivel of scarlet roses
the sun warmth now diminished
as my own
what of the diurnal promises of spring?
when I bent proud
grimacing through hail storm sting
just to feel the graces of your summer
resplendent in my naïveté
with buds this passion was born
till branch from tree
was
torn
Two by two they came
up the ramp of a fleeting life
the bitterly disappointed
the blissfully burdened
the ardently amorous
fingers entwined, twisted to intricate puzzle form
some with arms swinging with metronome unison
without touch
others looking behind with an uncertain air
halting momentarily
with slight domino sway
We stand on the pier
contemplating
“Should we pack anything?”
you ask
“No, we have all we need”
Then slowly up the gangway
leaving our wide eyed unicorn
motionless on the shore
Oh
but you are exquisite!
You…
are the rich sweet of jasmine flowers
scenting my spring morning
the unrestrained warmth
infusing a parched midsummer noon
the faded golden of autumnal dusk
reflected in
soft gasp swoon
yet
your heart belongs to winter
and to her
you shall be wed
with shards of iced desire
adorning your nuptial bed
i’ll cast the words to find you
in yonder starlit pool
and when you find them sinking
no longer I … the fool
collect them all
with a butterfly net
stuffing ripped pockets
before we shall forget
for upon tomorrow’s fickle wind
emotions are swallowed
and words
rescind
I awaken early to marvel at the dawn
but I hesitate by the window
will there be a fusion of exquisite hues
much like your chameleon eyes
crack’d crimson red nestling the hill
and
permeating valleys
heralding a “sailor’s warning”
and there before me
your bloodshot morning gaze
a mélange of tousled locks
and
stale alcohol
a glass on the marble top night stand reminds me
and the beautiful dawn
becomes a figment of the mind
the raven call now forlorn
from joy left behind
for there is only tumbling cloud
when the curtains part
the sky drained of all colour
and my heart drained of all purpose
