Vulture

i am content to be a scavenger

sparsely feathered, trembling

with a stench of carrion from window

ajar, yet chained

.

i linger, watchful

preening wings and

tentatively twisted talons

yet, with the filtered light of dawn

twist of neck….

shall I move on?

.

how i envy the entitled bird of prey

i know only shadow…

detritus

and decay

A Gentle Crime

i was accused of poetry and other lyrical misdemeanours

i blame your eyes

and the lure of their dark expanse

on lazy mornings

.

i was threatened with literary libel

and for that

your lips enticing

even when words of rage flowed

in scorched, syllabic streams

.

of course I had weighed the risk

corporal punishment for corporeal adulation

fifty flesh biting lashes

for pondering lubricious lashes

as you slept

.

and when finally the judge rose to voice verdict

from his bench of jaded experience

grasping gavel, yet not my attention

he absolved me of all crime

for love was the culprit

and I,

an ardent accomplice ….