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Paradise

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

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Enchanted

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how can you tempt with diffident day

soft sunshine sojourn; shadows will sway

in promise of heat, dare you take me away?

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dreaming

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of sand and temptation in turquoise seas

our luxuriant skin

under tropical trees

The Code

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

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for words merely gather the solitary sighs

of a craven collective myth

constricting with bind of twine

to tether wrists forthwith

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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…

Ink

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…

i wish you love

that it exudes from every pore

stings with silken sweat

leaves you dripping evermore

from passion’s sweet pipette

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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

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i wish you love

i hope it constricts your sapient breath

soft rigor mortis, stifled little death

agonies of old, bereft

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i wish you love

let the permafrost now crack

reveal the fertile soil; buds of lilac

and welcome mine…

 

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

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instead I choose the frolic of the jester

his humour shrouds wounds that now fester

hermetically sealed is the laughter

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carefree minstrel of mirth

i no longer know my worth

my ego dizzied from juggling

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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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The Pond

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

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Threnody

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

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furtively I reassemble the dissonant cinders

yet they meld in stubborn sapient array

the pattern sought, lady destiny hinders

granting one final passionate foray

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each second embraces a hollow echo

our sighs shaped in somber elegy

lips lock, such a lacquered libretto

will to memory languish, lamentably

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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