Good ten minutes to four
I reached the temple door.

Take your offer for the God
the flower seller was eager
no haste, he smiled
his time for a rest
will soon be over.

I wondered
why I'm never contented
with what God has to offer
and as a rule
my bag of grievances is ever full.

In the faint light
I held his idol in my sight
listening in the quietude
to the temple pigeons.

With great peace
I bought two lotus at fifteen rupees
from the flower seller
dividing our happiness
into equal share.

love can be
complicated
in a good
or bad way
it can change
in a second
just by the words
that you say
and turn quick
on a dime
and turn bright skies
dark grey,  
instantaneous
darkness
even in day
its amazing
when love
when it goes
far away,
an the heart
is not something
with which you
should play,

an so,
like a double
edged sword
it can cut like
a blade
in the flash
of a moment
is down your
heart laid
from the
true sacrifices
an the debt
that you paid
to heavy
to bear it
what the
heaviness
weighed
spreading
and luxate
in pieces
now splayed
grasping
the light dear
as it slowly
can fade
smothering
all false hope
from the hands
that you prayed
wondering why
the heart-
how it strayed?
an regardless of cost
your love you'll
not trade
all you
remember
is the love
that you made
an the person
you love so
is just hidden in shade
unattractive they look,
in an envious jade,
but your still at their side
in sweet comfort an aid
to shelter in all storms
when they feel so afraid
only to find out
it is but masquerade
perhaps some
crazy ideas
that you hadn't obeyed
now just wasting
your time
on a journey delayed
an really not funny
is this type of charade
leaving all
of your nerves
an well everything
frayed
just seeping
through all
yes in all to pervade
as false rumors swirl
an how you are portrayed
then finally a flash
wow,
dead like grenade,
now only to bury
that thing with a *****

but just before-
you do,
you stare-
empty
into the dark
of that abyss
why oh my
mercurial fate
why'd you give me
such a kiss?
all I really wanted
was a chance
at true love bliss?
you  **** it all to hell

an then you fixate
on all the broken promises
pieces of requiem
left in the wake
of that explosion
living amidst the wreckage
like the movie called  inception
to die within a dream?

oh the dear carnage,
you lie awaiting your death too,

wondering what
in the beautiful world
you knew,
could have went
so tragically
tragically wrong?

Ma Cherie © 2017

I am looking for the one
who likes
my curves
and my sharp edges
because he'll help
to soothe and smooth
any thoughts of imperfections

I have worked here long an hard
though rarely do I spoil
myself a weary bard,
as in earth I daily toil
I seek the one who sees me -
scarred
who's heart forever loyal
a mosaic made by tiny shards,
diamonesque an royal,
releasing us of all that's marred,
to paint our love in oil,

on a canvas perfect rare within
in spite -our perceived flaws,
to paint us in our poetry
an leave us feeling awed
as I will feel
as he does too
an grateful if by God

gently just to love an live
while not to mind a scar
an when I see my light in him
it is to view myself-
as star
all time and space
now just erased
my star seed
my sweet heart

he will illuminate my very being
in refracted love we'll shine
the light will be our seeing
from love that we divine
our touch will be so freeing
an every one sublime
an he will feel the same within,
his hand
inside of mine
walking in our peace and love,
until the end of time
hearts to live in poetry
in synchronistic rhyme

regardless
of our bodies here
our souls
now eternally
... entwine. ❤

Ma Cherie © 2017

please kiss my nice full lips
an touch my soul down deep
run your hands down my hips
as we erotically will reap

the sweet endless benefits
of making our love
and creating combining
while our love is divining,
from the stars up above

an we slowly
become like sweet sweet
poetry in slow motion
as we give into the dark night
an our lover's sweetest potion

grateful for the hand we now hold
until the last an dying day of our old
in times of our warm
an our real bitter cold
until all the words said
an every story's been told,

to have you forever
and eternally
we are entwined
our poetry in slow motion
is your heart in mine.

Ma Cherie © 2017

When was the last time
I felt a raving hunger for life?
When had I but an eternity in moments,
on the edge of something vastly different?

How was it me and not you
who staked her soul high
on rolling hills of green,
took long draughts to savour, to condense
the weight of the world into one precious drink,

cup the shortest days in her palm and release them,
for her thoughts to balloon into the wild?

The delectable now—
ripe as berries for plucking in winter,
and all things, like music
must peter
into silence.

So I suppose my question to you
is not concerned with
the stack of newly-minted green in your pocket,
nor the fleet of shiny cars, but
your pure self, simply being.
It’s prodding the heart,
a tiny critter fluttering with wings, wondering:

when will you ever get a second chance at this—
all this storm
and inexplicable happiness—

or will you
go hunting for things,
whirling at mere traces
of power in your name—

or will you turn around
only to find a life
or a lie,
staring back wide-eyed
in endless shame?

© BT

your love was just like
the soft summer rain
warm wet and slippery
so elusive to my touch
but you quenched me so
when you finally came
and I wanted you so much

until you left me
in the desert
dying in the heat
an for a moment
I thought
wait
his water can't be beat

until I learned
to draw from
my own well that is.

Ma Cherie © 2017