My loves a battered box
with odd shapes
of wood
oak yew and pine
carved
with hearts
from time to time.

A mis matched
assortment
of broken pieces
glued
and repainted
though with age
the pictures
tainted.

Theirs no picture
on the lid
that's long since
faded
by the water damage
tears
from eyes
past players
jaded.

I hope you understand
this is more
than just
a toy
this is the
very essence
of a
very lonely boy.

Close the box
if you
can't help me
leave it there upon
the shelf
and let the pieces
feel untouched
as I do
within my self.

Argers heart burns bright
her warmth felt throughout the room
where nana bakes fresh home made bread
Sunpat cheese spread and pork dripping wait
upon a plain white kitchen table
where grandad laces tight his ******* boots
a canvas bag beside him dirt stained smells like peppermints
he looks at me and smiles handing me a stick of liquorice

"for later"

snap packed boots fastened he cuts and spreads the slices of hot fresh bread
jacket and trilby taken down and worn he leaves to walk to where
he works
in absolute darkness he remembers the argers heart burning bright and smiles.

I remember the day
they cut you out...

my paper dolly I joked
as they handed you to me

naked and silent
you snuggled in my arms

then they took you away
how you screamed

you cried every visiting time
till I arrived after I left

you grew we grew closer
my shadow others joked

now it's I that nervously awaits
until you come after you've left

Michigan moon
how I envy you...

To spend each night with her
soft reflected in her eyes,

you see all...

You are the highlights in her hair
the light flush upon her cheek

you are the smile she flashes a friend
and you are there

you see all...

You are the slice of lemon in her drink
the comfort see seeks on sleepless night
you are memories of childhood

you see all...

Michigan moon
forgive me my envious nature

show to me but once her smile
that I too may bask in it's natural beauty

and pray

Let me see all.

Aromatherapy heals by scent alone
you're scent alone healed me

I wear your lipstick gladly...

every time

you kiss me.

wisps of perfumed steam
slow dance
by candle light
casting soft shadows
upon drawn bathroom blind.
Rose petals float lazily
kissing the contours
of your silken skin
as you dream
in wisps of perfumed steam
slow dancing.

This pain is not of Cupid born
nor borne on winds of nights repose,
tis more the ache of being torn
from your sweet lips at evenings close.

This pain in not of teenage crush
more so of one whom knows in truth,
that so much said within the hush
and love with time will offer proof.

This pain is not of heartache shed
nor is it by your parting torn,
for this is but the path we tred
as we part ways each given morn.

So till tonight I'll bid my leave
and wear your heart upon my sleeve.

I trace the lay lines
from mountain peak to shaded valley
via open plains and private land...

as blue skies and crimson sunset's smile

turns to laughter.

Independence came with chains
and intolerance
and death
and war.

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.

Sharing a bag of chips and scraps
and running from the rain
beneath the band stand kissing
and riding on the main
corn fields and meadows
and walks within the park
spending time like millionaires
together after dark
daisy chains and faery rings
the jewelry of the young
whom sing the songs of lovers
the older ones once sung
cornets full of ice-cream
and trumpets full of scent
accompanying our laughter
as our childhoods mis spent
I offered you the moon and stars
you promised me forever
as we cuddled close together
in the chill of winters weather
so many memories my love
bring you to me each day
and may the simple things in life
forever feel this way

You say walk a mile in your shoes...

Fine.

Now you do the same...

Here's mine.

The souls well worn
from front to back...

One size fits all
the colour black.

The leathers aged
and see that crack?

That's paranoid anti social depression...

What

You want your shoes back.

Fingers free fall
through perfumed hair...

blending
light with shade
and
shadowed veil
ethereal
it's touch to calliused hands
yet strong
enough to bind me
here
spellbound in silence
almost daring
Not
to breath for fear
I would
in some small way
dispel
this perfect moment

free falling

without air.

You are mist
when the warmth of lonely days
meets the chill
of nights empty arms
and my tears
cry out for you unheard.

The jungles dense down by the fence
with daisies tall as trees,
where butterflies so softly rise
upon a summers breeze.

There's beetles too of black and blue
and orange white and red,
plus bumble bees with hairy knees
out by the flower bed.

Then by the pond beneath a frond
a mouse of purest white,
takes from a sack his hat and mac
a sword and compass bright.

Today he seeks the jagged peaks
of old mount rockery,
where it is told a land of gold
lays in the shrubbery.

My mother said beware the pips
and wipe your chin and sticky lips
now bin the skin and tidy up
put away your plate and cup

Or Else....


The watermelon tiger comes
with great white teeth and flashing eyes
he hungers for your sticky thumbs
and feasts upon your anguished cries

he gobbles down your fingers four
and licks his lips with growing glee
then in a flash he eats four more
and laps upon your misery

He licks your face to check for juice
and nibbles at your mucky chin
searching out seeds still hanging loose
giving him chance to tuck right in

Mummy mummy keep him away
I'll wash and scrub and brush and clean
pray let him far from me now stay
for I'm afraid he sounds so mean

So eat your food with gusto kids
and leave the kitchen like a swamp
but dont you dare shut tight your lids
as he will come to chomp Chomp CHOMP

Curtain up on cardboard courtyard, spotlight moon frames first figure seated

Logeverchy ~ Ache not solemn heart for solitude of beat tears night asunder,
                        leaving my breast a hollow soul, as I alone am left to wonder.
                        Wait whom skulks in shadows midst and pry's on secret pain,
                        come hither phantom make intention known or as my heart be slain.

Vanalausch ~ Tis I my lord your honoured bondsman see my hand a letter,
                      scented with a hint of promise, from the Maiden of Valetta.
                     
Logeverchy ~ Can it be nay be away foul night vapours of fetid cheese
                        and with your words and false hopes another may ye tease.
                        oh if but for a chance halt, again to me and may in truth
                        Thy proffered offering give unto doubtful mind unreputed proof.

Curtain falls and again rises on silk draped bed chamber where a maid attends her lady

Anvibility ~ If er' heaven blest so sweet a union let it be this night
                  and may his heart on feathered wings be given up to flight.
                 
Nuxominal ~ Hush lest your words meet with unwelcome ears
                    and give voice to tongue to speak aloud my fears.
                    Hast thou not heard the footfalls upon yonder stair,
                    I know not what evil deed awaits my true love there.

Anvibility ~ I will away and light a lamp and place it by the door,
                  if only now to settle thee and to guide to thee amour.

Curtain closes and reopens painted canvas corridor with candle flickering

Logeverchy ~ Be it ever thus that so simple a light could herald me such hope
                      for two in stolen moments steal away and into night elope.
                     
Door is opened by Anvibility and Logeverchy enters bed chamber as Nuxominal looks up

Anvibility ~ Harken my words and be away let not this moment bind you,
                  the horses and provisions wait lest now her father find you.

                    exit stage left lights fade curtain falls and all is quiet..

You cause me to rise
and then enjoy my fall.

My heart's my gps
as it
always
leads me home.

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.

your heart my pillow
baring the weight
of troubled
mind.