Sing me a song without any music
Cook me a feast without any taste
Touch me without any feeling
Look at me without any chaste.
Draw me with smoke
See me with touch
Whisper me words
Caress me in your clutch.
Ignore me at your peril
Acknowledge me at mine
Sculpt me in your body
As you and I entwine.
Come take a walk with me and satisfy an old woman’s dignity
by assuring her there are gentlemen still.
Take my hand and let me lean upon you as we move our bones
down Butterfly road.
A dragonfly is lazily circling the pond, see how he catches the sun?
Like a stained glass window at sunset,
casting colours into the dim nave; lighting the unscrupulous knave
and his hyperbole
Silence can be heard young man, but first you must still your blood
Amplify the silence, deafen your passion
In return you’ll demystify the sirens lullabies and nullify lies
Whispered in sensual bedevilment.
Drink in this scene young man, the lazy end to summer
soon she’ll be chased and embraced by Autumn’s leaves
Raked away into a crisp pile
allowing regeneration to begin.
Young man, soon my walk with you will end
but you’ll carry on, up and around the bend
until you feel the chill air
and need to be somewhere warm.
Nothing evokes feelings like those known to the senses
The feel of your love as you hold them,
the sound of their heartbeat rushing in your ears
the heavy scent of *******.
The look of sated happiness in their eyes
and the taste of salty tears as they cry.
Yes, young man all things end.
This talk. This walk.
This summer. The butterfly.
We live so close to one another
I sometimes have to wonder
Are we destined to always meet?
Are we always just going to greet each other as friends?
Smile and talk about the weather while both wondering
whether we were once one.
I know you, you know me
We joke, we smile, we share wit and banter
Yet, all the while I see you as me and me as you.
And as you I want me.
Every colour has a melody
Every song has a hue
Every kiss has a story
Every scar is true
A soldiers strength
A lovers tenderness
A mothers love
All warriors true
All endings had beginnings
All beginnings will end
All starters will finish
All rainbows will bend
Every love will taste hate
Every hate will love taint
Every tear will see a smile
Every smile will feel great
Every colour has a melody
Every stranger is a reminder
That you paint your own pictures
And kiss them with colour.
I lose myself in memories past
Watch scenes on a loop
Run these memories through filters so that
Brighter, softer, more muted hues speckle the reminiscing
Harsh lines now resemble an impressionist painting
Harsh words now a poets tongue become
Harsh actions a noble deed to overcome a harsher pain.
Harsh words fall soft from the tongue
Diluted memories in ombré hue
Gradually blending and shading
Until only an impression of a memory remains.
Look about you; and what do you see?
A group of people like you and me.
Some are fat and some are thin
All are just covered in a layer of skin
Shall we go deeper into the flesh?
Take a look at what they possess.
Anatomically defined, humankind
Mankind intertwined, designed thus, us
Are we good are we bad?
Do we want all that we have?
Do we need or is it greed?
When we proceed to overfeed
Unrestrained indifference to consumerism
Leaves us open to malfeasance, and our skin wrinkles.
But fear not, the answer is to be found in a ***!
Only £€$¥ 9.99 and that wrinkle is smoothed.
So, buy today and it will go away.
And all of us will one day die and turn to dust.
And all we buy will fade and rust
And love will never be enough