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Petals

a sybaritic desire

to thrill you with my words

to lay them at your feet

bougainvillea petals

falling free from the stem

with spurious inflorescence

gather them and know they are for you

..

i’ll hide the thorns of course

bury them deep in palm flesh

to seraphic sting, no remorse

with blood droplets

exquisitely smeared across lips

adding

crimson

subtracting

all the reasons why

we cannot be

Shedding

you have taken my coat

you have torn off my shirt

you have ripped at my skin

entrails contained barely within

 

a gratuitous graze

of your sordid fingernails

in obtuse arrays

a chorus of wails

from the anguished self

 

you have emblazoned my scalp

with a thorned crown

raise me up, arms outstretched

then tear me down

 

i shed myself of you

the shards of me puncture your heels

your scars rest subcutaneous deep

yet my soul bears cavernous

weals

 

 

Centrifugal

you are attracted to my shine

watching me twirl

trying to define

such an essence, sublime

a diffident whirling dervish

divine

 

with speed the sparks fly

and you stand closer

intoxicated, i so spry

warm becomes …

well … let’s just say “deep fry”

for such spectacle

none may decry

 

but

such revolutions as they daze

shall never fortify the ways

of your haphazard, gloating gaze

 

and I slow

tipping to fall

my spinning top

a fizzing fireball

 

ignite me again

Retract

if i arch my back, just so

you will hear the gutteral crack

of ribs splaying

and thunder peal

confined to a distant canyon

 

observe the blood rivulet flow

tinted crimson

from rhodonite glow

 

did you think of yourself as some indelible mark on my being?

how easily I’ve erased your ochred pigments

from my crumbled cave walls

 

Lascaux?

indeed no

 

you were only the sharpest point of the trident

ending some turgid trilogy of torment

 

so stand back

drop the Finochietto*

little blood, no gore

though you expected more

your surgical precision

met with

phlegmatic derision

 

 

*a type of surgical retractor designed to separate ribs in chest surgery. Named after Argentinian surgeon Enrique Finochietto

What I see

the story, largely untold

in hollow eyes, dare i behold ?

as we pass in the street

at a common hour

them two

and i

an unwilling wallflower

 

this is the telling of averted gaze

sharp glimpses, in acid haze

where passion once dared to tread

it’s distant echo, a severed thread

 

this is the telling of hope emaciated

stumbling forward, duty bound

finger mark bruises at cuff link edge

a destiny soured, scarred, uncrowned

 

this is the telling

of closed doors, midnight yelling

glass shards of anguish there dwelling

 

my wallflower imagination

ever trembling

 

Thanks to S.G for this challenge …to write about a ¬†random topic: “a couple I saw on my way home from work.” Much harder to complete than I had originally thought. And the more I imagined them, the more dark the writing became.

My life as a play

i have lost my taste for the everyday

a maudlin, empty theatre play

scenes dehydrate…

the set walls slide away

and

dramatic briskness falls bland

exit directed by a lone stage hand

doors bolted

 

seeking solace instead

i seek a grander outdoor stage

my soul bindle wrapped tight

grasping firmly, this new page

so captivating a script

 

in which

I wander along barren sands

an enlightened journey to me

as ocean laps, rubbing stones to shine

a hand reaches ever gently for mine

and we walk

untethered to place

and time

us two, centre stage

under warm spotlight shine

The Diary

perhaps

I did walk a mile in your shoes

borrowed as you slept

your soles

mine to peruse

finding a hole

in my argument

and blistered egos

like the chafed, constricted toes

of this awkwardly penned prose

 

perhaps

I did lay open your words

splaying book spine

cracking

a page at a time

hearing what you said

not what you meant

now only to lament

the denied comprehension

that invites a heart’s dissention

clutching the diary

 you left behind