Over blossoms many-fold,
A sweet nectar is what I sold.
But, that pollen you hold?
May see more of my petals unfold.

Seduced, you say?
No, you aren't my prey.
A quid-pro-quo, if I may,
Hand-in-hand, you lead the way.

I ask for a chance,
In business, we'll equally enhance,
If you'll find my stigma,
Here's your payment, in advance!

Oh this time out,
      No doubt about,
IT,
Will not be my last,
I will go back and back,
For it is my future,
I met Her where the land
Failed to go further,
What a gentle maiden the Sea
was, for I had never met Her,
like this before, the white sharp
teeth barely showed, as Her lips
curled as waves do,
and She spoke with a still sweet
voice, not the snarl and crash
I am used to, and She whispered
to ME, "step closer, and enter me,
I will take you, lighten your load,
we will float together, under the stars,
                        Forever.
I stood
and sobbed
bottle to my
lips, full the
emptiness,
the loneliness
I share with
no one except
the sea, sorry,
the Sea, the will,
if I had not had a
miserable life,
which makes
me undeserving
to lay with you Sea,
as you would pour
into me, to empty
my sorrows, replace
my one joy, with
a cold into which,
my witch, you
would no longer
recognize the
bloated cocoon
that would hide
me, as I would
bottom out of life
to consummate
            You my wife,
strangers
once again,
starting over.

©ClemC102013

She said she wanted an adventure
trekking through the Mexican desert with six shooters
the Lone Ranger and her Kemo Sabe
she wanted to pack her bags
hit the road without a second glance to spare
take the Greyhound bus
or maybe her dad's Jetta
and open it up across endless highways
until the tires are stripped bare
and the exhaust smokes
she wanted to be a stranger
in a strange town
with a cardboard sign reading
    Anywhere but here
mostly she just wanted to escape
the chill of all the old ghosts which haunted her

Promise me
Forever;
Lie with intent
To love eternity.

Feign the strength of
A god,
Hold the weakness of
A mortal.

Never let “love” slip
From this deep caress;
Not a glance be remiss
From the touch of affection.

Let our souls portray
Light, in the darkness.

A sense of urgency
A feel to write something
different

This feeling
That everyone
Will be against me
Because of their persuasive
Argument...

It's this feeling of paranoia
When I talked to you
and you told me
That I was been crahzy and stoopid
But..

This feeling is oppressive
and I can't seem to think
And question myself
"When is it going happen?"
*"When?"

Haunting memories prevail,
Well into the night.

-M.H.-