Rapine

He held me down
Pinned my hands
Above my head
I did not cry
Once.
I was far away
Hovering somewhere
Near the ceiling fan
My muscles were
Cold, quite like the
Dead fish that float
In polluted waters
Being carried into the
Mouths of larger fish
I watched from a distance
His sweaty muscular back
His ugly heathen grunts
His round thrusting buttocks
Two mounds of impertinence
I felt guiltily aroused
A curious voyeur of my
Strange destiny.
I am still far away
From the smell of him
His chimeric bulging eyes
Drawing pleasure from the
Thought of his domination
He never ever had me
He never penetrated me
I vaginated him.

blood child

I bled today
Again.
You are still
Not formed
In my body
In my soul
You are a
Painful silence
I bled in tiny drops
And huge goblets
My cunt protests
Where are you?
Flesh of my flesh?
Blood of my blood?
Invade my womb
My spirit.
My woman
My seed
My child.

Beloved

You are the scent in the spring flowers, the sweetest honey in the hive, the wicked breeze that blows my skirt up high, the last notes of a beautiful melody, the giggles in my spliff, the glorious bubbles in my soap, the salt in my food and the life in my body.

Moon

Hide your beauty
From me, gentle light
Behind the clouds
You are safe.
Away from my
Anxious passion
Your face is a
Mirror of all
That is pure
All that I want
And yet, you sway
Peacefully far beyond
My hopeless reach.

Three

I dreamed
Of two roses and a thorn
Of love and confused lust
Like three rivers meeting
Some wayward star
Encircled by light
Stolen from others
Some loves were meant to be
Twisted and broken

I want to be

A silent golden storm
A thrifty meek rain
A lone wise cedar
Sand that seeps
Like silver lightning
Through careless fingers
Compliant warm butter
Knifed onto bristle
Toast, burnt in time
A restful, swinging
Hammock tethered between
Two armoured hearts
A ghost whisperer.

I like me when I am with you.

You hold me
Like the womb that bore me
You whisper 'my baby'
Just like the woman who gave
me life. You are simple
Like I should be.
The years have claimed
The skin around your
Red rimmed blue eyes.
In a moment of youthful
Arrogance I cherish how
Beautiful I feel with you.
I do not love you yet
The way you should be loved.
But there is beauty in
Stealing into your room
Early in the morning
And being encased in
Those hard working hands
I feel relief and peace
Surging through the veins
Of my nomadic existence
Others have taken but you
Give. More that I have ever
been given. If this is not
Love, I don't want to know
What love is. And when you are
Inside me, I like the silence
Of the day breaking, like the
Music that you bear in my heart.