Falling

Leave me a feather
And wish me luck
Stroke my hair
Feel my beating heart
Don't promise me
Everything
Or
Anything.
Together
Forever
Or
Never.
Being, becoming
Yours is fearsome.
The tie that binds
Me to you is
Pleasure
Or
Pain.
Dare I fall?

Questions

The search
Real and earnest
Has begun.
Inside me, the torment
Is sweet and unfamiliar
But true.
Blood, wine, essence
Life.
I paint my nails
A violent red
And laugh.
But the stories
Remain.
Untold, Orphaned
Like little jelly fish
Disowned by the sea.
The dream falters
But the journey
Lingers.
Like a burlesque dancer
Who forgot.
Hold my thought
And a ray of sunshine.
Let me breathe.
And search.

Love Song 2

An act of copulation, screams regret
Raw open wounds, bitter affection
My cunt protests, consumes.
Between my dirty sheets, I wait-
To win, to feed the ego, to proclaim
Belonging.
To know beyond the moment, but once.
To be assured of (insane) sanity.
Walk into my darkest depth, unexplored-
Yet, dare to give, lose, hold, surrender.
Take my careless love, feel it!
Defeat me and set me free.

Love Song 1

The warmth of your chest against my cheek,
The comfort that lingers in a whiff of your aftershave
As you pass me by, in a hurried hurry, the promise-
Of a love song, long forgotten, seldom sung.

The crisp, pale-pink long-sleeved shirt,
The piercing eyes oft laden with amused reproach
A safe-haven, a cuddle, a kiss again, the promise-
Of a love song, long forgotten, seldom sung.

Neat, little stanzas, sweet, simple words,
A desperate attempt to capture my love song,
And to assure myself, that somewhere among the stars-
The promise remains, as sure as night beckons day.

Lucidity

It's ticking
Tick-tick, tick-tick
They are closing in
And I have to leave
Or stay here forever
The carpet is still clean
The flowers are alive
The journey ends/starts
Here. And where is the peace
I was promised in that
Pack of twenty four?
My mind is turning
Into an enemy, devious.
Stop that ticking, please
I will leave, I promise.

Kevin

The half eaten blueberry cheesecake
On your happy plate.
The short lunch break in the Arts Centre.
My zest for travel
And yours for life and adventure
My books forgotten
Your newspaper lazily spread
So many faces.
In every cup of coffee I drink
With a friend
Your memory will remain
Like cinnamon dust.

Dragonfly

I followed the dragonfly
As long as he would let me.
His flight was short, clumsy
Like a powerless helicopter.
My curious fingers-
Crushed his gossamers.
My childhood wanted
To test his existence-
Blissful, cruel ignorance.
My adulthood knows
How wounded wings feel.
I wish for, but one last flight
For me and my dragonfly.

Home

I am sucked in
By the whirlpools
You call eyes.
There is no escape
I am home.

Meaning

You are the ocean- azure, deep and engulfing
And me a lone sea gull, hoping for a feed.

You are the symphony- perfected, loved and eternal
And me a hapless note, hoping to be heard.

You are the storm- passionate, fierce and unstoppable
And me a drop of rain, hoping to be felt.

You are the story- oft repeated, treasured and coveted
And me an unfinished sentence, hoping to be read.

You are the wisdom- gentle, life-saving and fertile
And me a petty rumour, hoping to be spread.

And yet, you talk to me.

Love's Resignation Letter

Can life a victim be-
Of you and me?
A song's gentle death
A waveless sea?

Mellow wine, flat beer
A reluctant nod, a lonely tear?
A half made bed and-
A box of tissues, sadly near.

Life and me, we sealed a pact-
The heart, a sanguine act.
A shipless sail, a tourless guide
Too tired, too voiceless to react.