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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

..

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 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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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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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