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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when I plunged into your cool depths
i was not expecting
a plethora of flailing arms
mine
i felt sure
beside a cascading
waterfall, we might aerate
but tears, and other salacious secretions did us, then suffocate
and could not keep us afloat
such currents clouded, did gloat
furthermore
the tears were diluted by pools of deceit
perfidious puddles
of past effluent did meet
the antagonistic algae, to form
a pungent crust
on this dark pond, of decay and distrust
some divinations in tea leaves dwell
but I prefer the delicate scatter
of incense flecks on rib curves, swell
the breath between gasp and ashen matter
..
furtively I reassemble the dissonant cinders
yet they meld in stubborn sapient array
the pattern sought, lady destiny hinders
granting one final passionate foray
..
each second embraces a hollow echo
our sighs shaped in somber elegy
lips lock, such a lacquered libretto
will to memory languish, lamentably
..
as eyes fire in this breath held night
we suppress the urge to weep, so fight
against the approaching call of light
then bid you farewell
sweet acolyte
