Claimed and laid claim
But all just a game
Built empty this hollow
I can’t myself, follow
Led by desire
For some I don’t tire
Romance not wanted
I tried and I hunted
But deception works deeper
My delusion, my deceiver
Indulging in pleasure
It’s what passes for treasure
From a palate grown mired
In broken desires
In mid afternoon I retreat
In a quiet house
I soaked in the sun
Heat sinking deeply
I hold my hands flung out
Eyes closed
And for a moment
You are there with me
Time hanging
Still
Silent
spin in madness
silk dancing on the wind
sweetened wine and drunken song
maddened revelry
music softening
slow circles
nose to nose
looking into eyes
intimacy amidst distraction
shortened pulses and wandering hands
lips in warmth and tasting
arms circled
in dances beginning
There is nothing I can give you
And nothing I can take
A shadow long and burning
A moment ere I wake
But I am lost to dreaming
I am lost, it’s true
The dream is of my making
Of building more to you
I am softly waking
A moment I’m confused
Your warmth has long fled
This heart we built for two
On waking I am empty
A space too big to fill
Your heart is slightly broken
But I have seen much worse
I will patch you up
Be a Latticework
You will heal
And when you leave
I will be undone
but a little fuller too
I will hold the hope that wounded birds
Made whole and now to fly
Will remember that broken man
And visit time to time
And secret kept in heart of hearts
That one will wish to stay
The foolish hope that brings,
And holds the reckless
tears at bay
I shall be a lie amidst truth
A heart too full for wanting
A silence too kind and twisting
Harsh breathe slipping in
Awake in the fullness
Filled with bursting
Tensions breaking
Not an ease but the wrecking
Pulled tight past bearing
Quiescent heart you were my reaping
My need a cold wind against burned skin
A balm and pain on pleasures raging edge.
These little games we say
Bound up
In shadow play
Words caught in mind
Scenes played out
In glances
Scent the air
With raw desire
Hands seconds from each other
Haunt my dreams
Stoke fires higher
Until a glimpse
Spills out
on the page
Wet rush
Sound of leather on skin
The soft crack
A sound stifled
By a bitten lip
Red and ginger
Sitting is the reminder
A void of remember
Just our words on the screen
Raindrops like imperfections in glass
Looking out to faded grey sky
Light and patches drifting
She sits in the car next to me
Relaxed and leaning back
This woman I never talk to
Sharing this time
Always apart
Lacking even the courage to say hello
Or burst this fantasy that she shares this roof because looking at the sky is worth It
Worth the heat and the distance
She’ll exit her car, I’ll watch her walk away
Silent
Listening to summer rain.
I dance in the mottled dapple of afternoons light
The soft crack of fallen leaves
Buried in the wet quiet of misting rain
Clothes clinging to me
Revealing unattractive form
But my dance continues, unabated
A paen to life’s minutes turning
A song sung in steps and ragged breathing
Rasp
Shudder
Red blossom
Fades black
Green
Salt
Heat
Breathe held
Nerve fires
Languid
Words
Promises
Trust builds
Secrets kept
Hope
Should I love less
Now as winter creeps on
Than I had in spring
When full and fresh
Blossoming in the warm
Languid air
Should I love less
As the sky grows colder
The clouds heavier
As winter spreads her wings
Snow blankets the ground
Bitter breathe freezing
Should I love less
When dawn bursts forth
Consuming darkness in a
Wave of heat
Should I love less
When day concedes to night
And all before is laid low
By shadows
Should I love less
Should I dance less
Should I burn less
Should I be less
Or take up the mantle
And become
Both less and more
Dichotomous Angel
Brought message blazed out
Sanity and rage
Emptiness and Glut
Given form, given choice, given life
A fevere dream of hope.
Pelgris 