old
rolling stock
late at night,
quiet, cold,
silent & still
in loves last,
dusty, dark
sideing yard,
we are
*un
coupling*
From now
you are the past
Blame that was cast
has set fast.
Loves last link,
our boys,
will be bro ken... more.
Now only ha lf mine. We both
saw red. The insipid signal lamp.
I could not hold us all together.
I couldn’t halt your pull
away. Not with acts
nor words nor
love. and
so, with
out
Destined for
different
lines.
Disembark.
Stand clear.
This train
terminates
here.
Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 12:37 AM UTC
There’s aesthetic anaesthetic
in the beauty of your form
and it
sedates the silent screaming
of my grief.
like chloroform.
and then,
your eyes are dampened charcoal,
large and lovely
set apart
a doll, they roll,
your eyelids flutter,
set the beating of my heart.
Below
your boyish nose is Elvin
(perfect, small and straight and neat)
and I could
listen on for hours
watch its end move as you speak.
I can’t
articulate the angles
that compel me in your face
but I can’t stop myself from staring
(there-in everything is laced)
but still I know
we’re not well suited,
though our needs are well aligned
because they’re
all so insurmountable
also...
you can be unkind.
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 9:58 PM UTC
Like the stars where still there in the daytime,
unseen, fiercely burning alive,
the excitement of love occupied me
it appeared, when at night, you arrived
Their unfathomable scale was your beauty,
cataclysmic the event of our kiss
beyond reason, the rhyme of our body
Infinite the ensuing abyss.
Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 2:42 AM UTC
Your bed, the world
we tumble across all four corners
show me unchartered regions,
hidden treasures,
your wilderness.
I get lost, gazing at your navel.
You find me.
hands at the back of my head
draw me to your face,
mouth, eyes...
Delirious,
lost again.
Tell my folks I loved them.
Tell them to
call off the search
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 6:34 AM UTC
I’m waiting for your opening
to warmly match with mine.
You know I know you’re willing
but then your bluffing is divine.
Suspense is seeping from my pores.
It makes the mist through which I see
in which your supernatural presence
never ceases ******* me.
When we throw pretence out the window
with our self-control and shame,
I’ll feel joy
but also sad that things will never be the same
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 2:40 AM UTC
Gently feeling round the edge,
detect the shape of inner you
and I’ve been tangled in the texture,
taste and weight and scent and hue.
Ardently keening for the contact
Hearts race. Our basest needs need meet.
Now heat is emanating out
like all the clothes about our feet.
Circumnavigate your figure
in a boat inside my mouth.
Paint long ribbons in its wake,
colour you in till you’re a lake.
The water’s warm, the tide is rising
let the swell come rolling in.
Lovely undercurrent rythme,
relentless. Drawing me within.
Here come the breakers, catch a breath,
asphyxiate a tiny death.
Between your thighs my ears are roaring,
hear a pulse and nothing else.
Convulsions padded by our warmth
Hold on, and throw a gentle fit.
We're just swirling in the swell
The outside world does not exist.
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 12:06 AM UTC