Reaching Out
30 January 2021

Stretching arms, breaking through the dark,
Remembering times in a country park.
Listening to the melodies of our past,
Making those moments live and last.
Time to laugh, love, and sing,
Together, time is fleet and on the wing.
Reaching out for you.

The Rendering
29 January 2021

And so we pay out the ends,
Making something profitable,
From other than bankruptcy.
Emptied, we are alone whole,
When all else lies ruined.
Turning the wheel fate,
Leaves what we have left,
For the next as yet unseen.
You can have it all.
My need no longer calls.
Spend yours well while,
It is fresh and young.
Yet to spoil, unhung.

Look at Me

My countenance,
my mien
says
leave
me
alone.
It says I am stoic,
stone-faced. Shut
down.
All doors are locked.
Do not enter.
No trespassing-
but it's all a farce.
I need you.
I need somebody,
here,
now.  
I'm no good on my own.
Truly.
I'm no good at all.

he only thinks you're
pretty when you cry
when the aching
vulnerabilities sting
like red welts along
cheeks that are
white as teeth
only then are you pretty,
when the red blood
tears fall like soldiers in
the war of peace and
he kisses the place the
bullet exits
he promises he will
still love you as the lion
that murders the lamb
when the sky bleeds,
crimson echoes down
mountains of death
his viper hands
snake round your
hips and you just
don't mind, you just
don't mind anymore