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.

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.

Brambles
tug at my shirt...

Scratch
roughly against
my skin
drawing blood
in criss cross
lines

and I smile

Savouring the pain
and the memories

of you.

Beneath a sheet

she moaned

RATTLING her CHAINS

and screaming.

Faded photogragh
in a worn out frame
smiles back at me
from yesteryear,
when we were young
and oh so foolish
planning our retirements
at twenty two.
I swore we'd take a cruise
see parish in the fall

but then...


Alcohol and diesel fumes
screech of brakes
a scream.

White gown without a veil
bouquet in a cheap glass vase
and your mothers tears.

Faded eyes
in a worn out face
stare back at me
from somewhere nowhere...

Sleep now my love

dream now my love

and I will meet you in Paris

in the fall.

I lean in to kiss your neck
pausing momentarily
to inhale both fragrant hair
and trace of scent
warmed soft upon your skin
lips graze gently
tasting
savouring upon lips your flesh
brushing aside your hair
as you tilt your head
allowing a rivulet of kisses
to replace cascading curls
my hand cups lightly your chin
spinning you slowly around
allowing time for eyes
to drink in your flushed features
without words in silence of moving lips
we kiss
tongues playfully engage in touch
as I pull you close
fingers splayed teasing tangled locks
unseen by eyes shut tight
breathing you in
in second hand breaths
again I pause to gaze into your eyes
and smile
my hands upon your lower back
yours upon my shoulders
as again I wear your kiss upon my mouth
in breathy promises
we speak only of tomorrow and of it only.

The camera
        nevers lies
             but your smile
                  was photo shopped.

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

No...
don't stop

I'm almost there

yes........yes


now spin again.

His silver tongue

etched love

upon her heart of gold.

Eyes have no right
to look


as pretty

                 as yours.

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

My love is my salvation, I shall not want.
She maketh me to lie down in sweet seclusion
she bathes my head with cool water
restoring my broken mind:
She layeth her hands upon me, taking from me my pain my ache
and thou I reside within the darkness of my troubled thoughts
I will fear not the dark for she is with me.
Her eyes and her smile they comfort me
Through her words am I cleansed of my daemons
she anoints my brow with kisses as my eyes runneth over.
Surely I am blessed to have such a friend as she in this my turmoiled life
and I shall stand before my Lord and attest our friendship forever.

What's behind the hedge?
a field
what's beyond the field?
a lane
what lies down the lane?
a friend
What's the friends name?
Don't know


I haven't met them yet.

Raffles
stole their hearts

and then...

he stole
their jewelry.

Rain drops
extinguise not
the fervent ardour
They only
magnify

Rain
play me thy
lullaby

ease
me to
my sleep.