Summer sun
brings no fun

when flowers
make you sick

your kiss

breaths life into me,

yet leaving

kills me.

Let not my silence
be misread
as crime of fiction...
entreating soft
upon the romance novels
you so love,
upon quiet nights
and warm summer days
upon the beach
alone...

alive.

Let my silence only be
a book mark
or folded corner to the page

that mere holds the words


to be continued.

Crimson fire
wavers in hues
of violet and tangerine
as yellow shadows
dance in rhythm
as heat strokes
in azure flames
the waking sky
as horizon
edged with sparks
proclaim
the coming sun.

My heart...

my inner ache
       cries out for you

in drum beats
                on tortured skin

the rhyme lost
                   echoed from bone white walls.

The

Sparrow and Starling spoke

as Sunday Morning

soft awoke.

As a moth to the flame

your love

engulfed me.

Butter-flies

as the

bread rolls

chasing my hunger

away.

Fresh flowers
by your bed

scent to call
you home.

Let my gentle kiss
linger
soft upon your own
forever.

When life
deals you a rotten hand

I'll be
your joker.

What truths were found
within my kiss

soft reflected in your eyes,

that spoke my heart
in silent tone

and echoed in your sighs.

Speak not in words
thy tender need

for silence so profound,

and let the comfort
of my kiss

be forever where truths found.

Share with me your sweetest dreams
let me here beside you rest,
now take me to thy bussom
that i may suckle at thy breast.
Feed me milk of human kindness
as your heart plays lullabies,
and gentle kisses wet my bald head
as I close my sleepy eyes.
Let daddy know I love him
as I know that he loves me,
as he turns down my blankets
in my bright pink nursery.
So until tomorrow
when I wake you with a scream,
share with me dear mother
your sweetest softest dream.

I love the simple things
about you
Others often miss...

the way you tease your hair
with idle playful fingers

or tap you teeth with your pen
and chew the lid

When nervous laughter sounds
more like tears

the simple things are missed by others
and how I'd miss them

if you ever left me my love

Sixtys the new thirty
so I've bought myself a bike
a Harley with a heart of chrome
to replace my shopping trike

no more bingo nights for me
my engine gunning loud
I've joined with the Hells Angels
and left the knitting crowd

No more standing in the rain
with my bus pass and my brella
im off to find myself some fun
with a rather younger fella

My hair net now an helmet
painted to look like flames
and notches on my fuel tank
cause I can't remember names

So clear the road I'm coming
and I won't be slowing down
cause I'm taking back my freedom
from this stuffy little town

Lock up your single men
hide them safe and sound
because the boys will all be men
if by this gal there found

My Harley roars and I'm away
another notch I've carved
so sixty the new thirty
at least then it's been halved.

Teeth graze salt
from trembling
bottom lip...

head thrown back
neck exposed

his tongue tastes
her need
in heat of sweat...

as he plays soft
upon
Wanton lips

his kiss.

You made life
more beautiful
by being
there for me.

Softly you sleep
as I
unable to
keep tender vigil...

my waking dream
made flesh
sleeps
safe beneath
my thankful gaze.

Those eyes
see not mine own
tracing her lips
and chin
her perfect poise
framed
by gilded hair...

I brush back from
blushing cheeks
the waywardness
strands
and smile...

she knows not
I cannot sleep
for fear
I will awake.

We are the tribes of midnight
that walk the hour glass sand,
with eyes forever open
as we seek the promised land.

We wear bed sheets of mourning
and pillows on ours heads,
as we ride lost together
upon worn out feather beds.

If you should see us coming
be sure to close your eyes,
or else be forced to join us
where nobody ever lies.

The ***** raked her silver nails
across my sweat stained skin,
and whispered softly in my ear
too late you let me in.

You fed me dreams and nightmares
and let me feast too long,
and now my hold upon you
is far too ****** strong.

I swallowed whole your eyelids
as you stared at me in pain,
your nights are mine forever
as I tug ******* your chain.

Put down the pill and water
stop counting rotten sheep,
For I am your tormentor
and for you there is no sleep.

The ***** raked her silver nails
across my sweat stained skin,
as her words returned to haunt me
too late you let me in.

I am the night
unlit
weeping
broken crystals
from open wounds
that rend
my cheeks in flowing
trails of sparks
that
burn forever
upon my blistered lips
screaming

screaming

screaming heal me.

Burn with me
the midnight oil
yet scent it with a kiss...

forgo sleep
within my arms
as dreams are made of this...

now hold tight
to this moment
my tender hearted miss.

Your sweet laughter
gave me back
my own
forgotten smile.

No seemstress is she
and yet she spins silken thread
to dress the flowers

You are
the playful breeze
that spins
my head like sycamore
and spreads
my love like dandelions
wafting
your scent
through yesterday's cobwebs
freeing my soul
to fly once
more
upon your kiss
uplifted.

Absence
doesn't make
love stronger
it only
fuels the doubt

As gentle as the butterfly
or early morning mist
is how softly your love touched me
when first my lips you kissed.

Undress me with your eyes...

but let your hands be still

don't rush the moment
                          I'm worth the wait

I'm worth the discomfort.

Lay your hands on me

heal me

feel my pain.

No heart of stone my lover has
for hers is fire and flowers fresh
that beats in rhythm with mine own
beneath her breast of silken flesh

No heart of ice mine own for thee
for I could ner' put out this flame
that sears my soul with need to be
with you my love no man could tame.

From whence came this summer breeze
that makes the flowers  now seem to dance
and from my heart with natural ease
as formed this need to know romance
may summer fair be just the tease
to taunt my soul to take the chance
and may I learn from birds and bees
that your love is mine perchance

So whence er' this breeze of summer came
and soft awoke my soul with song
to speak in rhyme your given name
that flits with wings from gentle tongue
and knows no fears of sin nor shame
for love so right can ner' be wrong
as tindling now is put to flame
to burn for you my whole life long

You are the sun
that melts the wax
upon
my borrowed wings

and I cast down
as Icarus
before me fell

fear not the ground
but only
that you
will not be there...


to catch me.

Your lips warm and soft
like summers breeze
alight like butterfly
with silken touch
from fresh blown scent
of woodland breath...

that tastes of fruit
and mountain dew
easy upon my tongue
that dances light
within the meadow
of your soul
open and free in this...

mornings first kiss.

Can you and I be real and not a dream nor wish
as from the depths of loneliness you lifted me to this
the breathy heights of euphorium hidden in your kiss

In solemn moments
when I have time to ponder
my thoughts turn to you

let me be your cello
held soft between your thighs,
that you may draw forth music
in wanton heavy sighs.
My body held there closely
as your fingers make me fret,
my bow would be throbbing
as with oil you hold it wet.
Your scent strong upon me
as you rub against my grain,
playing with me a sweet duet
of pleasure and of pain.

You asked
and I afraid to answer
backed away
with muted tongue
and trembling lips
unsure of what to say
so press me not
nor question me
again like this I pray
just know I long
for your sweet touch
all night and through each day
for you are my ache
and wanton need
so I will silent stay

Love
makes of me
     a fool
    
               And
         that's no joke.

Torn lovers meet once every night
yet never as one in heavens sight

Orphillia  -

Hast thou no words of comfort now
to ease my troubled heart to rest
to take from me my fevered brow
and deep set ache of risen breast

My soul cries out for one as he
that from my sight is absent made
as futile need and want set free
in rivulets of tears cascade

For such am I of royal birth
of noble stock and silver spoon
and yet my heart attains not worth
when his and mine beat out of tune

....

Tacio

I dare not speak for fear she hears
the trembling of my muted tongue
that I wouldst taste those wasted tears
that from her eyes unjustly wrung

I beg the shadows let me hide
lest I were seen and thought unkind
watching her pain that wounds my pride
knowing that love is not so blind

For I a common fellow born
of lowly stock from country folk
am bound a bondsman here this morn
by words I am afraid unspoke

.....

Let this night my silence seem as one with cricket and with woodland owl
and let my ache of you be one with coyote and with wolves mournful howl
that I by lake and flowing stream could er' compare my flowing tears
as I watch in plaintiff awe as moonlight so softly disappears
for what am I if I am not a part of you and hence apart from you
I too liken of the forest elm and oak bear arms untaken too
so let this night in silent reverie give up but a whisper of hope
as I from beneath your window sigh and to the darkness now elope
for love unrequited stings the heart a double edge
as I my heart though poor it is to your heart pledge
no man er' knew such need and want as I do here
awaiting a chance to love you dear.

You look a picture
framed
by bathroom door...

my modern Cleopatra
risen
scented with milk
from coconut.

Your hair and body bound
by exotic weave...

you sway and bend
like Nile reed
or weathered wheat
still wet
from waters kiss...

as I add mine
to perfumed skin
given a taste
of heaven
in slow descent
to cardinal sin.

I no Caeser no Mark Anthony
nor would I be
when I the asp am clasped
to her sweat breast
and bid to
bite...

in fained death amongst
egyptain cotton laid
my love my life
as I prepare this night
to make of her...


a mummy.

A faded photograph
Is all I have
of you...

when night terrors
drive me
from my bed
denying both sleep
and dreams of you.

This image in black and white
smiling softly
speaks in gentle lines
such love
as no one man
should ever own
for fear
of losing
both his soul and her heart.

You art the Rose

           the scent

that masks...


          The knife.

Rain drops
extinguise not
the fervent ardour
They only
magnify

How can one express their heart
when words are not enough,
how can I even dream to start
when my tongue finds it so tough.

Let me try...


You are the graffitti
tagging
me as yours
you are the scent
of stale beer
in late night smokey bars
you are the
pain of paper cut
where lemon juice seeped in
and the bitter
taste of sugar
replaced by sacherin
you are the days
felt wasted
and night times thrown away
and the silence
found in laughter
just to keep the tears at bay
you are my anger
my sorrow
and my pain
and given
my time over
we would do it all again.


These are not insults
these are the depths of my heart.

your heart my pillow
baring the weight
of troubled
mind.

Gentle breeze...

be my lovers hands
                      flow slowly over my aching flesh

give me sweet release
                            from this emptiness

of longing

                         to be touched.

Never
taint my lips
with your goodbyes
let them never taste the emptiness
of space
unfilled by your sweet mouth
pressed close

Gypsy...

dance for me
bare foot
within my mind

and

play the music
soft and slow
of
mountain stream and pine

weave daisy chains
around my heart
place
bluebells in my eyes

and

dance and sing
forever free
beneath
these open skies.