i can promise nothing
i am a rusted weathervane
atop a crumbling church spire
spinning with random gusts
tethered tenuously by tangled wire
..
the shingles below marked by ferruginous stain
a sparrow shelter…a splintered domain
frail fledgling filoplumes gather
in the shadow of a chicane
..
i know not which way I will turn
aligning east, yet… how I yearn
to be free of memory’s corrosive burn
as sunset’s halycon hues
will my flaked metal
suffuse
..
i came upon a wayward stream
and plunged therein
to choke a dream
and with intent to suffocate
and conscious self obliterate
lest ruminations fulminate
my flooded lungs did then deflate
i rise face up, in silted shade
my skin dissolves near everglade
becoming perch for dragonfly
in bloated state
my dream did die ..
how can i talk of the night
when you blind me with moon
and star pierce my sight
when you tarnish my gaze
with firefly bright
an erratic flicker
pinpricks of light
..
Enchanted
..
how can you tempt with diffident day
soft sunshine sojourn; shadows will sway
in promise of heat, dare you take me away?
..
dreaming
..
of sand and temptation in turquoise seas
our luxuriant skin
under tropical trees
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
..
for words merely gather the solitary sighs
of a craven collective myth
constricting with bind of twine
to tether wrists forthwith
..
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…
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
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
..
i wish you love
i hope it constricts your sapient breath
soft rigor mortis, stifled little death
agonies of old, bereft
..
i wish you love
let the permafrost now crack
reveal the fertile soil; buds of lilac
and welcome mine…
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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