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The Meadow

where once I was a field of wildflowers

shaded cool near open plain

caressed by breath of winsome breeze

cooled by kiss of springtime rain

.

summer saw me serried and root bound

in servitude of crumbled ground

oh that you, young traveller

should find me, found

.

patiently in seraphic state

a scintilla of self, I did but wait

with drifting seeds

and scion stretch

yet autumn wasted

to weed…such wretch

.

for the dark, duplicitous skies

disturbed the dance of butterflies

and lured away, through savannah grass

far from my field

you then did pass

The Fingerprint

your soul marks me

a fingerprint etched

melting the cool

with imprints; raised whorls

seizing bewildered gaze

mesmerized by the ways

of every Arabesque swirl

.

pausing at a bifurcation

to deviate, to wait?

shall a ridge ending

swerve, or demarcate

destiny’s decision?

.

I can only pore over possibilities

assembled between pores

the rest will be known to you

and you alone

.

puzzle of heart line, love line

palm heavy, flesh enshrined

grasping the cool eglantine

Elemental

my mood pivots on words

that pirouette on your tongue

sulphur on a deflagrating spoon

heat is applied over faltering flame

your sentiments the pure oxygen

inciting this crisp, blue shame

 

now sealed in a conical flask

resolute oxidation set to outlast

the periodic, elemental charm

of unstable compounds set to disarm

to distract us

from the covalent bonded

attraction we cannot deny

our bunsen heat dialled to low

our indiscrete love froths to overflow

Interlude

i linger in wistful reverie

lacquered luminary layers of mind

and to the clashing soundtrack of the sea

i contemplate

the possibility

of we

.

my gaze falls into the apocryphal azure

of our mutual sky

what if the answers are there….

on high

in the random scatter of the gulls

or in splintered fragments of shells

sifted in fingertips…

in prolonged silences

vacuum distilled defiances

in eyes dampened by distant reminiscences

of

you

.

The Story

i set myself to read a manuscript

on velvet parchment of skin

delve into a dominion of dermis

revealing the unknown within

hieroglyphs reveal under candlelight

wax smeared commas thereupon take flight

and hallowed breath splatters bold exclamation marks

on the virgin pages of flesh

illuminated quotation sparks

punctuated carnal coronation

turns pages

onto wilder ruminations

from paragraphs pithy and frail

so the story we long for

shall unveil

Tangled

leaf tips arch to the sun

as I to you

exuding breath

for you, my oxygen

as subtle photosynthesis

begins

..

oft times I wilt some

for I carry the heat you bear

your high noon doth sear

I cling, in deep rooted resolve

undulating millipedes absolve

fertile beads dissolve

nourishing

engorging phloems

seeking free

..

I am all spring for you

all colour to counter the greys

of your simmering, clouded gaze

in hope that we

might raise

tangled …

The Worm

are you acquainted with tales of tenderness?

voluble versions of vulnerability

from the pen of one

once a child

who would stoop for the lowly earth worm

on a perilous concrete passage

returning him to lush, moist loam

ending such an errant, wayward roam

..

what would you do with him?

alter the cadence of your stride?

..

and what of me?

for I am in your path

and the day is warm

offer me your shadow

there, a soothing darkness

or

threaten me with careless boot?

i’ve crossed such paths before

lulled in poikiloform torpor

..

no, gather me

my annuli traverse your heart line

your palm sensing shuffling setae

tender me to your love…

in tepid torpor, on soporific soil

tangling in such terrestrial toil