in half slumber the shrill ring
awakened me.
I reach for you to answer it
but you are a world away.
in the moment my heart
sobbed in its need of you.
The black bowl of the telephone
filled with fragrant blooms
as your soft voice travelled
to me from acŕoss the world.
Vibrant colors painted
my vision  as the inflexions
of your voice flowed
like gentle summer rain
As it rose the petals of the
rosebuds opened
and my heart filled with joy.
Your voice caressed me
like a lovers touch
as I closed my eyes

Nightfire

You smiled at me from across the room.
I fell inside, it was my souls tomb.
My breath stopped with my heart in tune
A feeling deep beyond desire
You fanned the flames of my nightfire

You enraptured me  a married man
You do it just because you can.
My passions were like burning embers
You blew a kiss as my heart remembers.
Then an inferno of raging nightfire
Burning high like my funeral pyre.

I come to you and you take all
I cannot resist your sirens call.
Inside my heart my deepest shame
I say no more but come again.
Your prisoner in my nightfire chains.

Cheating on my wife, I am now a liar
Burning guilt in my own nightfire.
I leave your bed and then go on home
Lay by my wife we are both alone.

You are the devil I can tell
Taking my soul down with you to hell.
A wanton nightfire jezabel.
No more freedom all my wants burn higher
Burning forever in your nightfire.

Night flight to Venus
By
Jude Kyrie

I know you and I
exist on very different planets.
Men are from Mars
Women are from Venus.
This is written.

Yours a planet filled with beauty
And soaring dreams that fly
over clouds to touch the sun.
Mine a place where
my dreams are tethered to
It rocky lonely terrain.
Seeking it's safety.

I know how your dreams
and ambition are colored brightly.
With every hue of the spectrum.
While mine are but monochrome.

Even knowing all of this
My heart has fallen in love with you.
And I must follow its needs.
To wherever you are.

So tonight I must swallow
All my fears and doubts.
And leave the safety of Mars.
I will take the next spaceship to Venus.
And learn how to exist
In its strange
yet beautiful atmosphere.
For that is where you are
And without you
My home is but a barren land.

And If ever I should fall
From your speeding comet.
I shall know I have touched
The love sent
from the doors of heaven.
And it was you that brought me there

Nightflight to Venus

I am told
Man is from Mars
And
Woman is from Venus.

So perhaps that is why
We are different you and I.
You with your plans and dreams
That fly through space
Like a blazing comet.

Me fastened to the earth
Perhaps too rooted
In its safe soil.
But my heart has fallen
In love with you

And so
I must follow it
on its journey
To your planet.
For without you
the color and light
fade from
my home here.

So tonight
My heart and I
Will catch the next
Space ship to Venus
And as I learn
To exist in its strange
atmosphere.
I will know
It was you
Who brought me there.

The fragrance of Jasmine
is sweet in the air.
And we shall be friends
this magic night and I.
This perfumed dampness
of a lovers hair.
We shall mingle as one
this night and my soul.
If the nectar of heaven
filled my cup
and I drank
its heady brew quickly
becoming intoxicated
by its flow.
I would still remain
transfixed.
Standing in purest clarity
by my doorway.
Drowning in
the falling blossoms
of this moonglow.
The wildflowers tangled
in its mystic light.
Drenched in the sweetness
of the evening hours.

Nightglow


Velvet is the night
softly its nightglow falls
on to my garden
the one in my heart
where sweet memories
are planted.
where the seeds
of all that was us
were nurtured
now they bloom
in my garden.
their nurturing rain
is from my tears.
but the colors of the flowers
are beyond anything
that can be grown
within the wide world outside.
tonight the light falls sweetly
on my garden

The silvered blush of the moon
Collects haunting fragrances
of memories.yet to be made.
In the star clustered night sky
Stardust falls like feathered down.
My heart is an open door
Waiting for you.
Only for you.

Nightglow A Summer Song
By
Jude Kyrie


*The perfume of summer
falls sweetly into the night air.
If I breathe softly
I catch the fragrance
of my lover’s hair.
And this nocturnal dampness
shall hold me here transfixed
throughout the last shadows
of nightfall.
If heaven were to fill my
glass with ambrosia.
And I were to drain it
in a single swallow.
This Nightglow would still see me
standing sober and mellow.
My eyes fixed upon the heady bloom
of the summer moon.
The wild clematis and honeysuckle
tangled in its gentle light.
Sleep shall remain far away.
As I swallow the last of the
honeyed sweetness
of this nightglow.

I feel like I am walking in a shower of love.
The tapping of rain playing my heartbeat.
The light of the moon a  beacon
lighting all my senses.
Pulling me close to you
she said

We walked along the tree lined pathways
together in the park arm in arm.
In the shining wetness of the night rain.
Where our love glows in the dark

Its rhythm is playing on the strings of my heart
Making me feel love songs all for you.
Only for you.
I am so in love with you
So in love
she sighed

We walked slowly in the rain
I turned to look at her
so beautiful
She is radiant in the moons light
So much what I needed.

I feel your fingers inside my heart
Tapping your heartbeat on mine.
Allowing me to breath to feel to live.
Keeping my heart safe and loved
she said

*And there in the park
in the night rain.
I walked into her heart
through the door
She left open for olny me
and I entered my home
where I would never leave

I feel like I am walking in shower of love
The tapping of rain playing my heartbeat
The light of the moon a beacon
lighting all my senses
Pulling me close to you
she said

We walked along the tree lined streets
together in the park arm in arm
In the shining wetness of the night rain.
Where our love glows in the dark

Its rhythm is playing on the strings of my heart
Making me feel love songs all for you.
I am so in love with you
So in love
she sighed

We walked slowly in the rain
I turned to look at her
so beautiful radiant in the moons light
So much what I needed.

I feel your fingers inside my heart
Tapping your heartbeat on mine.
Allowing me to breath to feel to live.
Keeping my heart safe and loved
she said

And in the park in the night rain
I walked into her heart
through the door
She left open for me
and I found my home
where I would never leave

The fragrance of Jasmine
is sweet in the air.
And we shall be friends
this magic night and I.
This perfumed dampness
of a lovers hair.
We shall mingle as one
this night and my soul.
If the nectar of heaven
filled my cup
and I drank
its heady brew quickly
becoming intoxicated
by its flow.
I would still remain
transfixed.
Standing in purest clarity
by my doorway.
Drowning in
the falling blossoms
of this moonglow.
The wildflowers tangled
in its mystic light.
Drenched in the sweetness
of the evening hours

Strange things can happen when the night winds blow.
They can take you to places and people you know.
They blow into your dreams and play into your mind
Sometimes they blow cruel Sometimes they blow kind

The night wind is whistling as it blows through the trees
Deep in my slumber My Love whispers my name
Come back to me my lover hold me once again
I fly from my body into the wild rain

Over the treetops and down to the sea
I follow the pathway to a church steeple I see
The moon is a candle the storm is my light
I see my sweet angel ahead in the night

She floats into my spirit and we become one
Above the wild foam we embrace and soar
I hold onto my angel I am alone no more
The storm it crescendos the gods shout and roar

She reaches for me and touches my tears
The winds blow away all the lost years
Come with my lover come with me back home
I reach to kiss her but touch granite stone

Her name is engraved  in letters of gold
My angel has gone no more to grow old.
Strange things they happen when the night winds blow
They bring you to places and people you know.
They play with your dreams and enter your mind.
Sometimes they blow cruel and not kind

A paper moon with silver sheen
As shining stars call a dream
In between the ink blue skies
In whispers still the night wind sighs.

The sobbing moon way up so high
Hears my heart in the night winds cry
When all the stars are bathed in blue
Night winds chill my sad heart to.

He was lonely he knew this
Even though he had the five children.
she had gone
her sickness  had won.
She tried so hard
to keep it from him.
But he knew……
.....he knew.
He had resigned homes himself
that no one else would ever
take her place.
Not the space
in his heart that she held.
That was timeless just for her
only her.
But he was lonely.
It had been three years.
A man was not designed
to live alone.
The lady next door
had just moved in.
She had three children
and he saw no husband.
She was very attractive.
he sighed
but who wants a man with
with five kds.
Apparently no one
his last on line date
stopped in her tracks
when he mentioned his five kids.
She made an excuse
to visit the ladies room
and never returned to the table.

He was sat in his hot tub
the kids asleep at last.
She appeared in front of him
holding a bottle of wine.
Mind if I join you she asked.
He looked into her beautiful eyes.
Not at all
but I am naked he blushed.
I was not expecting company
he explained.
She slipped her robe off
and she was naked too.
She stepped into the hot tub.
Naked as he was.
Don't get the wrong idea
she warned.
I wont he sighed.
fate had dealt him him a losing
hand with the ladies.
Well what do think she said
courting a complement.
He whispered softly
almost blushing.
You have beautiful breast.
She smiled
and said
do you ever get lonely?
He answered
only when
my five kids go to bed.
May as well lay
the naked truth out now
five kids.
Are you lonely now?
she asked.
blushing he nodded yes.
very lonely.

A year later

They were having
a backyard barbeque
two of their nine kids
had a birthday on the same day.
The ninth was a tiny baby girl.
Thier new addition
to the tribe.
she watched him.
He held her like gold
in his arms.
It was obvious
he loved her so much.
She said I love you honey
so much.
He looked up into her blue eyes
noticed the grey specks in them
that took his breath away
almost every night.
And said
Not as much as I love you darling.

Amillion miles away
in another universe
.That knows no
darkness or pain
his wife smiled
and blew him a kiss.
whispering
thanks for looking after
my babies my love.

The fragrance of Jasmine
is sweet in the air.
And we shall be friends
this magic night and I.
Air as tender as
The perfumed dampness
of a lovers hair.
We shall mingle as one
this night and my soul.
If the nectar of heaven
filled my cup to the brim.
and I drank down
its heady brew quickly
becoming intoxicated
by its glorious flow.
. I would still remain transfixed.
Standing in my purest clarity
by the doorway.
Drowning in the falling blossoms
of this moonglow
Wth The wild clematis
tangled in its mystic light.
Drenched to the heart in the
sweetness of the evening hours.

All through the night the moon
shines its silver beacon.
I sit below in my room playing piano
It is dark in the room.
no lights but the moons candle.
I play the beautiful soulful
moonlight sonata.
It was her favorite piece.
My fingertips touch the keys
as softly as the moonlight
caressed her skin
The vision is in my mind.
it is locked in old memory
in a place I always open on
nights such as this.
when old feelings will not sleep.
Outside my window the world
Is covered in pools
of silver moonlight.
All I can do is think and feel
of you
only of you.
You are far from me now
In another world
that I shall never know.
A world of light and gaiety.
As my heart falls
in tune with the soft melody
I close my eyes
and see you dancing
with me in the moonlight.
In the fantasy of my dreams.
You smile and say
“Be sure not to drown in pools
of moonlight My Love”
As if it could stop me from
Drowning in my sorrow

We are not in love.
For sure not in love.
You sleep with me
every night
Coming late leaving early.
No, we're not in love.
But I think I am the
most beautiful bad habit.
you will ever acquire.

Don’t take this as a love poem.
I do not care to relive our moments.
Like when I saw you for the first time.
And the songs of angels rang in my heart.

I will never write a love poem for you again.
Like when we sheltered from the spring rain
Below a maple tree in olive greens
And the colour of its leaves
Were the exact colour of your eyes.

I am finished with silly love poems
And will never mention again
How I stop and my heart skips a beat
when I hear a laugh
exactly like yours.
Or see a woman from behind
and her hair is burnished gold
Just like I remember yours.

I am now quiet over you.
In fact I hardly ever think of you anymore.
Except perhaps in blossoming springtime.
But then I should never think of springtime.
For that would surely
break my heart in two

Not just yet.


I am not ready to let you  go
Not quite yet.
Time passes so slowly
Since I lost you.
Sleep is only possible
because I still have you
safe in my dreams
Where pain and loss
does not exist.
and we still live as one.

I know I am disturbing your
new ghostly life.
And perhaps I am not
letting you go  as I should.
Tears have dried up now
I have no more left.inside.
But I still awaken
Searching for you
Next to me.

How often I pour
two cups of tea.
Just to feel you there.
I promise
I will let you go soon honey..
But not right now
Not just yet

November Rain

There is mournful cry in the November rain.
Soulful rain.

Tap, tap, tapping on my darkened pane,
Window pane

Cold winds blow with an icy breath,
With a wailing voice that whispers death.

Tree tops curve away from  sky
Bend and die.

What gives such sadness to the rain?
November Rain.

It cries like a soul in human pain.
Soul in pain.

Frozen wetness chills the flowers heads
Ice cold upon the summer beauty
now lay dead.

It knows such beauty must decay.
Passing youth away.

I wish to know this November rain.
Endless rain.

Saddens my heart as it streams down the pane.
Weeping pane.

Is it taunting the brown leaves now fled?
Watering gravestones
where more than leaves lie dead.

Do they haunt our memories once again
In the relentless taunting November rain?
Haunting rain.

November Rain

There is mournful cry in the November rain.
Soulful rain.
Tap, tap, tapping on my darkened pane,
Window pane.

Cold winds whisk by with an icy breath,
With a wailing voice that whispers death.
Tree tops curve away from the darkened sky
Bend and die.

What gives such sadness to the rain?
November Rain.
It wails like a soul in human pain.
Soul in pain.

Frozen wetness chills the flowers heads
Ice cold upon their  summer beauty
now lay dead.
It knows such beauty must decay.
Slowly Passing youth away.

I wish to know this November rain.
Endless rain.
Saddening  my heart as it streams down the pane.
Weeping pane.

Is it taunting the autumn leaves that fled?
Watering gravestones
where more than flowers and grass lie dead.
Do they haunt our memories once again
In the relentless taunting November rain?
Haunting rain.

We have drifted to a place beyond passion
Or sentimentality it is an oasis where
We drink from pools of longing and contentment.
Far away from the arid emotions of an uncaring earth.

Let me gift to you the gardens of fragrant flowers
That proliferate this magical sainted world.
Let me bury my heart beneath the snows.
Awaiting a sunlit springtime
Where it will bloom only for you.

Hold me, my love, let me shield you
from the rains of sorrow.
Take my summer light and find your way
In the icy darkness of winters wrath.

Carve our epitaphs in the stones.
That have survived the ravages of lost eons.
Write of our love of our contentment
and our passions
let our story stay here forever
so  that it will tell us to
others who take this perilous journey
In time immortal that waits for them.

In my small village square.
Stands a granite obelisk.
Bearing the names of those
who gave their all in
the countless wars
of the last century.

The august sun
hot and unbearable.
Yet still after all these years.
on his anniversary
I walk up the granite steps
and search for his name.

There are so many names.
So much heartache.
Then I find it as I always do.
My fingers tracing
the chiseled letters.
Of Joseph Reilly
my boyhood friend.

We served in Nam
together as young men.
Closing my eyes
I see the flash of the landmine
as he stepped in front of me.
How can I possibly thank him
for saving my life
at the cost of his own.

On my white shirt
his name reflects
from the sunlight
on the golden filigree.
Its like he is trying to say
I love you man.

I mouth the words back silently.
A passing cloud covers the sun
For just a brief moment.
His name fades
from my white shirt.
But on the granite wall it remains.

Sweet hypnotic dreamy trances
Visions through my senses roll
As I fall inside the glances
Of your lovely eyes

The bright love light advances
And glows upon my soul
Filling me with loving fancies
Feeling the passion in me rise

In their light my heart embraces
Overwhelming sweet delight
All your beauty and your graces
From your lovely eyes

And your beauty sends me places
Bringing visions of scented night
Filled with love my lost heart races
In the pools of your lovely eyes

oceans light
by Jude kyrie

I hear your voice in the winds.
Even as I sail
Within the company of men.

And the sea spray from the tides
Bring to me your kiss.
In the oceans depths
I have sent my heart
Deep into the darkness below
It will wait there for an eternity.

To hear again the sound of your voice
And to feel the touch of your hand
And to sleep within
the warmth of your soul.

If time shalt deny me
And deaths cold kiss
Shall devour me.

Then still present
Within  it's darkness
The  light of my love
for you shall always glow.

Oh mama!
I must leave you here alone
In this universe I need to travel
To places where the grass
is soft and always green.
Where I can roll down
its green covered slopes
like a child
with no stones
or broken glass to hurt me.
Where babbling Brooks
take fishes to the ocean
bending in lazy curves
as they take the clear water
on its distant journeys.
Where the earth touches the sky
In magenta horizons with no war.
Only gentleness as night touches day.
That’s all I seek mama.
To be part of the peace of the planet.
To melt into sleep
as the sun travels to night.
To let the green of the valleys
Repair my wounded soul.
And the pure waters of infinity
Wash over me to cleanse the sins
Of this world.

sometimes my love,
the familiar sight of you
burnished by the years.
dusting a table
or lighting a candle.
or reading a book.
fills me with the renewal
of my love for you.

i look at how we became us.
and how I am thankful for you.

How graceful you are,
polishing the old silver of our life.
leaving your lavender scent upon pillows
Dreams hiding behind those beautiful eyes.
Those eyes,
That have always graced me
with the look of your love.

And of moments
when we return to the flesh.
You shine your love like old silver
with schoolgirl smile and loosened hair.
ignoring the ravages of the passing years
Always with loving
style and grace.

Embracing our span of days.
Ever steady against
the tides of flowing years.
you are
My safe harbor  
My anchor  
My guiding light
My truest love.

Old Silver.
.by
Jude Kyrie
for my dearest lady.
on Valentines Day

sometimes my love,
the familiar sight of you
burnished by the years.
dusting a table
or lighting a candle.
or reading a book.
fills me with the renewal
of my love for you.

i look at how we became us.
and how I am thankful for you.

How graceful you are,
polishing the old silver of our life.
leaving your lavender scent upon pillows
Dreams hiding behind those beautiful eyes.
Those eyes,
That have always graced me
with the look of your love.

And of moments
when we return to the flesh.
You shine your love like old silver
with schoolgirl smile and loosened hair.
ignoring the ravages of the passing years
Always with loving
style and grace.

Embracing our span of days.
Ever steady against
the tides of flowing years.
you are
My safe harbor  
My anchor  
My guiding light
My truest love.*

all my love
forever darling.
Your Jude

How graceful you are,
polishing the old silver of our life.
leaving your lavender scent upon pillows
Dreams hiding behind those beautiful eyes.
That have always graced me
with the look of your love.

And of moments when we return to the flesh
You shine your love like old silver
with schoolgirl smile and loosened hair
ignoring the ravages of the passing years


With loving style and grace
Embracing our span of days.
Ever steady against the flowing years
My safe harbor  
My anchor  
My guiding light

Old Trains

I remember back then
We were so young.
I wrote love poems for you.
They were beautiful just like you.
And I wrote them only for you.

I waited at the old railway station.
For your train to arrive from the city.
The noisy trains and ***** station
Went unnoticed when you
Stepped to the platform Your
Bright yellow dress like a sun.

God! I loved you so much.
And it is cruel that I still do.
You threw yourself
into my arms then
and into my heart forever.

You want your freedom now
I do not beg of you to stay.
Blowing flames from the ashes
Of what was once us.

Leave me then
take all we have.
I do not want it anymore.
Make a final journey
to the old railway station.
Board the next train
to the city lights.

I shall remain here forever alone.
Writing beautiful love poems.
Still all for you.
poems that I know
you will never understand.

The water of the lake is black.
Not a single star shines on its mirror.
The trees are black
drinking the black water of the lake.
Outlines of black silhouettes
stir in its silent bloom.
A lift of white rises from
the flat water lilies.
Just enough to keep
me from leaving.
They too whisper their sad
memories of darkness.
The depths of the lake
call in their blackness
the fishes school in shadows.
The night calls its whispers.
Now a stars reflection flickers
in the lily patch.
Such moments are harbingers
of a cold world in darkness.

I am grieving for the blueness
of the summer clear skies.
Soaring over
the snow capped
mountain peaks.
The graceful.gliding of eagles
On unlimited thermals
Free and wild
Like I once was.
Before chains of duty
And demands of others
Broke my wings

Once we were Strangers

*In those darkened days of alone.
You and I may have
passed by on the street.
Not knowing
what lay ahead for us.
As children did we
go to the same movies
See each other in the playground.
I awaken now
and find you sleeping.
Your arm around me
hand safely cupping my breast
asleep and in contentment.
almost as content as me.
I cannot believe
that once
a long time ago
in a distant forgotten world
we were strangers.

one day the color of her hair
will not apear on every
golden autumn tree.

One day the sound
of her laughter.
will not set my heart
beating like a
hummingbirds wings.

One day I will awake
and not feel for her
on the other side of the bed.

One day I will have
no more tears left
to shed over her.

One day not quite now
she will be a faint memory
one I will feel with indifference.

One day not today or tomorrow
I will stop loving that woman
who did not deserve it
to begin with.

I heard the door click
shutting as you left,
in the early hours.
will we meet from now
with embarrassed silence?
Am I to you a simple
error of judgment.
Or as I trace my love
poem to you on the steamy
glass door of my shower.
will you be smiling
at the warmth of us last night.
I know we drank the full bottle
of chardonnay in front of the fire.
And our first kiss was deep
and wanton.
What you did not know was
how I have longed to kiss you
since the day I met you
and we became the
dreaded friends word.
we crossed over that line
when we made love .
Don't let us go like
yesterdays newspaper.
To me I love you and
it never felt so right.
I am praying you are in
your shower feeling the glow
of something special.
and not watching
water tears and us
circle the drain
and fade away.

One night stand.....or not?


I heard the door click
shutting as you left,
in the early hours.
will we meet from now
with embarrassed silence?
Am I to you a simple
error of judgment.
Or as I trace my love
poem to you on the steamy
glass door of my shower.
will you be smiling
at the warmth of us last night.
I know we drank the full bottle
of chardonnay in front of the fire.
And our first kiss was deep
and wanton.
What you did not know was
how I have longed to kiss you
since the day I met you
and we became the
dreaded friends word.
we crossed over that line
when we made love .
Don't let us go like
yesterdays newspaper.
To me I love you and
it never felt so right.
I am praying you are in
your shower feeling the glow
of something special.
and not watching
water tears and us
circle the drain
and fade away

I met the poem again last night
the most beautiful poem.
His words silken and soft.
The tears of my need
fell down my face.
He spoke of family
belonging
even children
of love and respect.
they were untruths
but oh so sweet.
so much what I wanted.
He took me to his place
where he recited more poems
I fell naked into his verse.
He held me
in comforting words.
And in return
I became another of his poems.
All through the night
in his gentle arms
my verses rhymed.
I wept at his poems.
then in the morning light
he changed
no longer a beautiful poem
he drank coffee
and ate toast
and left me outside
as he went to his work.

on quiet rainy days is
when the stones whisper their
secrets to you of the old ways,
Telling stories of all they have seen.
Waiting to return to the blue waters.
Smoothing in the fine sand.
polished as soul in a state
of grace.
They speak of your soul
of its perfect roundness and
its smooth  texture.
How it will return one day
to the place it belongs.
How the sands of time
will polish its glow just like
the stones have smoothed.
they will promise
Of a time
when it is ready to return
to the clear crystal
waters of infinity
it too will then
whisper it's joyous
stories of a life traveled well.

on the eighth day

by

Jude kyrie


*After the world
was completed
the day of rest taken.
On the eighth day
he invented the blues.
Even the songbirds
wail like an alto sax in pain.
Sitting alone on the bench
by the parkette
the color blue
Is everywhere I look,
the sky dark blue
dropping an
occasional raindrop tear.
A blue ladies dress
Blue umbrellas.
Blue memories
slowly jogging past.

The traffic
moans the blues.
In a muted cacophony.
Now a blue wind blows
gently almost sobbing into
a wailing drainpipe.

I sip my Gatorade
Its flat and blue.
A cool breeze
blows by my face
from the blue waters
of the lake.

I hold up my finger
to touch the color blue.
But it passes
right through me.

Open Wounds


Since she left me
I don’t go out much
But tonight is Friday
Old friends that were ours
Are celebrating their anniversary
With a party I have to go.

The party is kind of boring
Then all changes in a single moment.
I see her standing next to me.
Stunning and sweet as she always was.
Her smile cuts my heart open
like a knife.

Hi how are you she whispers.
I hope she cannot tell I am lying.
As I tell her I am fine and make up
some recent accomplishments.
My mind is on her figure
Her lips her hair.
I might as well be speaking
In a foreign language.
My words falling like snowflakes
randomly In the wind.

I ask her how she has been
She frowns lightly.
There’s a hole in my life I miss you.
She said
I fill up our glasses with wine.
Hope raising in my broken heart
Like the wine filling my glass.
She tells a few happy stories
It’s weekend and a party
happy is a prerequisite.
We drink quickly
To fill our inner emptiness.
I know I am wearing my need
Of her on my forehead.
She is so beautiful.
And suddenly its midnight.
There seems to be a silent
Understanding that
we will be together this night.
I hold her coat she slips
her arms into the sleeves.
Like we have done a thousand
times before.
I spin her to me we kiss deeply.
I know this feeling so well
I want her and she is not going to say no.
I remember her like before
and all the hurt melts.
She comes back to my flat
We make love the trapped
tears of loss fall inside my eyes.
Then the warmth of her
floods my soul
I am bipolar now.
Turning from deflated to
Feeling over the moon.
I should have stayed on an
emotional carousel not jumped
onto the roller coaster.
Roller coasters are dangerous.
I can’t hold it back
I spoil it all by saying.
I love you honey
So much
Please come back to me.
She stiffened slightly in my arms.
The moment was lost.
We will see she whispers.
It’s several hours later.
The house is silent I awaken
to the soft click of my door closing.
Her side of my bed is still warm.
I know my half healed heart
Will reopen the cuts she left before.
And I would bleed
like I did when she first left me.

We were always opposites
From children do you remember?
We rolled around the floor.
Fighting over nothing at all.
You got me into so much trouble at school
You copied my homework.
Got me an F on yhe math test.
Pulled my hair.
Tripped me in the schoolyard
Grazing both my knees.
Do you remember telling
My first girlfriend I was gay.
Last year I had
finally had had enough.
And I married hou.
I said you  can go your way
And I'll go your way too