The Code

O fickle love

your fingertips part my preposterous notions

as spring petals dampen with oleaginous dew

my tongue traces in cursive flow

all the curved secrets: sanctimonious you

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for words merely gather the solitary sighs

of a craven collective myth

constricting with bind of twine

to tether wrists forthwith

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with eyes closed

i discover your truth

raised braille on cool skin

conveys all to me

messages you dare not speak

are fierce textured, transparent

and eyelid fluttered morse code

–  – – – . . – – . – . …. / – – .

says, come to me; run from me

let that time arrive,

when we shall be…

Ink

you find my words at their crumbled end

powdered syllables tumbled

from cracked lips

smudged ink stains paper

flecked with fools’ gold

mordant mildew and dank mould

you open your mouth to speak

and the air is winter

forming icicles of perennial

participles

going, going, gone

i hear

and the sharp nib scratches

as ink runs clear

Cream

you are the warm milk

i  cup in my hands

and raise to virgin lips

pursing to pure white

our moist milky way

dampens the night

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copper sky

soporific stars

..

and

the creamy opulence of you

by flickering eventide light

fecund fingertips bestowed

with nocturnal sight

tousled, tantalizing, tumbling

into me

and beyond us …

The Sunset Hour

some days i watch the sunset

some days i am the sunset

so intricately woven

betrothed to a horizon

that slips away

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oh elusive lover

let me sink into your serrated edge

solar skin pierced by rusty blades

hazy heat kissing the everglades

let me disperse the stratus mists

with promise of fleeting diurnal trysts

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i’ll drape my golden along forest floor

amber the sands

leave mortals in awe

just meet me again

let us tangle, once more…

 

I wish…

i wish you love

that it exudes from every pore

stings with silken sweat

leaves you dripping evermore

from passion’s sweet pipette

..

i wish you love

i hope it gives you leaden feet

that shuffle to a heart’s skipped beat

weighing limbs with daisy chains

hinged handcuffs, steel etched stains

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i wish you love

i hope it constricts your sapient breath

soft rigor mortis, stifled little death

agonies of old, bereft

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i wish you love

let the permafrost now crack

reveal the fertile soil; buds of lilac

and welcome mine…

 

The Jester

the tendrils of time sink into the flesh of our everyday

my eyes dim, your saturnine words no longer hold sway

in the royal court of my favour

..

instead I choose the frolic of the jester

his humour shrouds wounds that now fester

hermetically sealed is the laughter

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carefree minstrel of mirth

i no longer know my worth

my ego dizzied from juggling

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who then

is the fool facing the fool?

with wave of hand, a rustle of bell

this reign of fulsome affection

has damned us to hell

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