Out upon the porch they sit
weather worn
freshly painted White
by winter snow,

silently they await the coming spring
and the added
warmth of company.

Where we will rest ourselves within their arms
as you share with me
Southern hospitality
in a glass of home made lemonade.

The night time breeze
wafts the scent of early buds
and apple pie
cooling upon the kitchen cill.

Falling stars
that once graced the
heavens with their beauty
fade into darkness
in comparrison with your eyes.

I smile
happy just to steal a few extra moments
from the busy day
to be alone with you and you alone

my love.

The sun won't shine this morning
the clouds won't let him play,
they've covered him in mourning
and stole his warmth away.

The moon can't find her lover
and the stars fall as tears,
as the clouds thickly cover
the one she's sought for years.

The stars failed to console her
as darkness slow returns,
blown kisses to make better
the love the clouds have spurned.

She dreams of eclipses old
when they two were as one,
yet now she feels so cold
wond'ring where her love as gone.

You art the Rose

           the scent

that masks...


          The knife.

Let me eat up you soft smile
And drink down your tears,
Let me thirst for your kisses
And feast on your fears.

Let me taste of your longing
And nibble your need,
Let me savour the flavour
Of your wanton greed.

Let me sip from your sorrow
And quaff of your pain,
Let me gorge on your lusting
Again and again.

Let me sup of your anger
And choke on your hate,
Let me chew slow your numbness
And fast for our fate.

Let me starve your attention
And crave of your touch,
Please ration your passion
too littles too much.

I hunger your presence
To digest of your words,
regurgitate freely
Those sweetest of verbs.

Peel me a metaphor
Slice me a noun,
Pour me a sylable
To help wash it down.

So pen me your promise
As I pen you mine,
I am yours and no others
Till the end of the line.

If only for one night
I could be the
pillow
that softly holds
your face
in soft cotton
creases
your features
soft I'd
trace
you'd sleep
so peacefully
not one
hair
would I
displace
as I became
infused
with you
upon
my pillow
case

Hike across my heart...

let your toes
leave
tender indentations
to be filled
up
with your laughter
as it washes over me
in gentle waves
of pleasure.

Imprisoned thoughts finding freedom
within the damaged mind
mind not what they say
nor how they say it
speaking clearly with hijacked tongue
tongue tied and muted
fear gives new voice to old words
words hasterly spoken
drawn back
upon the lips like an unstrung bow
piercing retorts
and sharpened interlect
rend away the facade of common descency
allowing profanity space to breath
rank rancid epilogues becoming epitaphs
upon a soul trapped
within the confines of anothers understanding
of morality
long dead arisen the medicated zombie wakens
and a new day dawns
follow not the path of the poet when his words
are not his to command
and yet they command your respect and your derision

Last night
I died a little more,
stroking
empty cloth unwarmed.

Last night
I cried a little more,
tracing
you face in pillowed indentation.

Last night
I tried a little more
to
sleep without your goodnight kiss.

Last night
I lied a little more
saying
I don't miss your warmth beside me.

Last night
I slide a little more
towards
the longing left by your absence.

Last night
I died a little more
and
tonight I'll die again.

Give a man a kiss and they will be happy all day

But teach a man to kiss and he will make you happy for a lifetime.

I gaze into your windows
hoping to catch
a glimpse of you
naked
open,
yet all I see
is my own reflection
staring back
at me.

Let me in I beg
don't close me out
when all I want is to love you

the real you

the you behind the pained glassy stare
afraid to let me see
you naked
laid bare
open to my touch

I gaze once more into your windows
as the blinds come down
condensation runs
over the soft flaking paint
and I sigh

I could dry those eyes
if they would but see me
as I am
a voyuer at her window
looking in
whilst looking out
for just a chance to tell her

how I feel.

By Hell or high water I will have my say
he screamed as he parted the red faced array
this court is a farce and these lies not worth hearing
as he upturned the tables to riotous cheering
take note I implore you of nothing here said
and strike from your minds that the victim is dead
too true that they beat him and his body broke
but the story their telling is nought but a joke
they read him no rights no lawyer was sought
and his confession forget it it was paid for and bought
The witness their calling as since run away
and all of their evidence is merely hear say
so nothing and no one to here prove thier case
just look with your own eyes at this utter disgrace
they've stripped him and whipped him and all without cause
so just for one moment please won't you just pause
Think very clearly twelve wise men and true
just think that tomorrow this man could be you
so do not convict him for that's what they seek
show some compassion as he did the meek
if you must condemn him remember just this
he was only a scape goat sold out with a kiss
guilty I knew it you folk are all mad
you've taken away the one chance this man had
so take him and **** him for I wash my hands
in the blood of the innocent Lord of this land

Laid together

in pleasant meadows

building castles in the sky

You lay sleeping upon my arm
your hair
repainting old tattoos
with soft
new shapes...

your warm breath
re-writing old messages
with fresh
I love you's.

My life reformed forever
in this quiet moment alone
watching you sleep  
my favourite
tattoo.