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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

Tsunami

when the ocean came in

with its bellows, with its groans

with its almighty exclamations of foam

with spits and swirls

and torrid Medusa curls

of seaweed, filling your mouth

even Poseidon released his trident

aghast

lulled by siren hymn: iconoclast

and seahorses scattered

in equine nautical dance

a cataclysm of coral kingdoms

truculent to turbid tidal trance

..

we didn’t see it coming

that devastating wave of destiny

it arrived when we were distracted

by sky, by sand

that moment you reached for my hand

..

so surrender we must

for the ocean we did trust …

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

The Rat

i wander through the rooms

of you, protean partitions

a fawning pass through

shadow facing, self effacing

.

find me

in a cloistered sanctum

an airless antechamber

of faded light fenestrations

spawning Lescaux like illustrations

ancient projection and flickering scenes

reality yielded, yet gossamer dreams

..

you offer me such squalid abode

a somnolent subterranean cell

lulls shallow breath, long slowed

as hypoxia calms the Elysian dark

halycon opiate memories spark

… with hermitic spores

..

something scurries in the sooty stillness

scabious rodent claws at my cheek

“how did you get here” i whisper

another fanciful figment, so meek

“why do you stay” say i

i cannot reach the unlatched door

indolent, i close my eyes

with claws at neck

i wait some more

 

 

Frame

every time you tell me a lie

another tile falls from the temple of trust

and blunt fingernails trail

along the rough mortar of my insecurities

what can we do to rebuild the precarious frame

of filigree fractures?

a teetering, deceit infused structure

a child’s dollhouse of

faded pastel plastic

attic abandoned

a sandcastle askew

in the path of a solo beachcomber

tripping at dusk

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

..

carefree minstrel of mirth

i no longer know my worth

my ego dizzied from juggling

..

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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Couturier

O purveyor of fine linens

i come to you unclothed

only scraps of tainted textiles

saved from a betrothed

weigh my limbs

..

terse tailor

tally my tenacious lovers

some, are tattered threads

clinging close as static shreds

ever taunting

..

haughty haberdasher

stitch me a coat

that does not needle my frayed flesh

a vestment of finest muga silk

that does not snag the sinuous seams

of oft surrendered,

stifled dreams

..

made to measure

such wardrobe to treasure

dress me with love