Briefly, I glimpsed a lone tiger today.
Felt  her presence at distance, as she
   smoothed bristled fur... with
rough tongue!

Hanging by fingers,
delicate, yellow temptress
dangles black poison.

"Simply free"- Beneath,and  beyond; I write

of beating hearts... bleeding hearts.

Reasons' resounding, given words
~ in gravity, or flight.

Orbiting freely,

black holes silently spin me,

within an unconquered void of darkness;

Supernova implosions, rebirth, ensuring starlit skies.

(the gate's been left hitched open, with fraying string   ajar)*

"Although, I've left you clear directions to the travellers' garden path -
              yet, you've chosen a different route - to all you're searching for."    

I wait, at a journeys end of heady scents, tending ancient roses trees at it's breadth;

Sipping warming cups of rosemary blues, infused with sweet thymes' underneath.
                      
Perhaps, just an invitation to the garden was quite enough... to let fear decide your fate.

*Bared soles should move with deeper love... when pure destiny awaits.

Thank goodness for that!
Fix me another arrow, please... with no
strings attached & with a little less...
  target practice.

Our hearts will match such thunder,
from hooves; such gentle neighs.
As time approaches slowly;
An ending to this pain.

"Life is not always black & white, Mr Magpie...
it's ALIVE! 
~ See Yourself ~
Mix the spectrum, with those stunning pigments."

papered white,
there is one wall in
  his room of spines for
 a  muse. His beautiful
   abstraction ~ carved
  &   polished    ~
       hung as his     
hourglass;
Inverting
light & time
with a resonance  
of understanding as
beads of fiction fall*


    *Colouring other walls vibrant          
                           these spines shine      
                                   with jewels        
                             imbibing     
                           his souls'             
         faceted    
         light              
with       
            hope                  

        *      *   free    *         *            
                 her        *        *         
*          

Gift wrapped,
so softly,
she
wishes
the touch of her lips
to fall upon his deepest dreams .

Gilded,
so delicately,
she
wants
memories of her fingers
to join his own on naked skin .

Smoothly,
so wholly,
she
welcomes
thoughts of his arms
wrapped around her.

Beribboned,
so gently,
she
wafts
scents of her hair
into his every waking moment.

Spoken,
so temptingly,
she
whispers
words of her heart
to ease his longing
from afar.

Wantonly, she waits.

                                                                ­            "... Come,                     
                                                              ­                 catch her."                     

                                                Rising;        ­       
                                                         anew                                      
                          fr­om glowing
                     ashes.                
               
                 Buffeted;          
               by the hollow
                   of her              
                             shoulders.             
              
                                     Swirling;                  
                              amidst sweet
                           handfuls,
                          gently
                               blown,   
                                from the   
                       cherries  
                    pinkest    
              boughs.
                                         ­         
                                    Wings spread;                  
        
                                   "Do you see them?"        

                     Flying
                            again...

                                           Off          
                                                  g­rid         
                                                    ­         without       
                                                                ­    a course.      
                                                   ­              
                                                            Wild  
                                                          sparks­, 
                                                              ­follow her tail    
                                       across an  
                                                  ever brigh­tening          
                           sky.            

                    Let                     
her fire
     burn              
your eyes.
          
                             Watch,                     
                               ­                                          
                          as her tears    
                                                 heal your                        
                                    pain.               
             
                                                    Reach out,              
                          
                                                  &                    
                                                                ­          touch                                    
                                    ­                        each                
                                                               silver lining  
                                              as
                                                                ­   she                   
                                          ­                    takes             
                                                         ­       You                      
                                                       dancing            
                                              freely              
                   on a
                                   breeze...             
        
                                   Floating                   
                                deliciously,          ­        
                     with                      
                   nimble                   
        fae;            
       
Spun,
                   in the              
                   wisps of          
               tiptoeing
                  spiders.
                                     ­
                              Dizzy 
                           ­             together    
                                 (now)
                                             with the sound
                                               of their sweet        
                                                   ­  laughter.                         
              
               ­         ~Open~

                      in
                                       ­       a sky of                       
                                                  blossom &                          
                                                                ­       sparks.                                                
                                     
                                        ~At One~               
                      
                                as       ­     
                                               All                            
                             ­         around,                  
                          she hears, quite         
                          ... unmistakeably ...          
                                                                          ~for the sake of mischief~                                                       ­ 
                                         whispered softly, with                     
                               ­              each bluster.                           
                             ­         
                                                          ­ *"Do you hear it too?"                                  

Poetic carnal carnage,
unwords his beautiful muses;
once laid by mirages, penned paper promises.
A bound volume of goodbye *****.

every
cobalt blue
feather         less
  s  o  n  g    b  i  r  d  
t    r   a   p   p   e  d
w   i   t   h   i   n
     a  b r i t t l e      
cage
will
  beat
clipped wings
'til
  droplets begin
filling
silent
  ruby pools  
with fluttering desires  
to fly free & sing

Where stated*; The reality is, *usually measured in, metric disappointment.

Each  
      midnight quill
                    stains more than            
   just my eyes
Silver laid  
promises
float        
unseen      
to where    
   treasured         
words              
rest &                 
                    still                                       ­               
               w                                 ­             

h
i                                                                   ­                                    
s                           ­                         
  p                                    ­                            

 e     
  
 r                                                             
   .. .-.. --- ...- . -.-- --- ..-                                                                  ­                                    
.

Do you see him behind me?

Stood, in mists of muddy red, with arms gesticulating;

I can't...
With opened closures.

Standing
with nothing - there is still
so much more
to give

Alone
sits easy,
with toes dipped, in
four leaved
clover.

We
absolve
ourselves with the
tenacious honesty
of tomorrows'
sunrise

Brazen,
underneath starlit skies."Observe;
We too, have died before."

Bodies
alight, with heavenly fires;
Intense, passions
igniting
pure reactions.

Join
and part
each atom of self
to allow
flow.

As
saline spills,
filling emptiness
with oceans,
across
arid plains.

One
single flower
blooming, silently, in decoration
     of soulful beauty        
  
Whisper,
  our riddling
faintly defined
shadows
stuck
   to    
                                            missing       pieces.                                            

                          Together                     ­     
                               in needs ...                          
                                                            [of yours, or, mine]     
  **We... are here

[door slamming]
"I'm out of here, he yelled, I'm done!"
And he left; Gone.

Surrounded in the still aftermath, she sat;
Silently acknowledging she'd closed the door before the noise. Enough.

Could
YOU
really handle
this
grr
Tiger that they've seen?

Perhaps
for you,
she'd be kitten-like
purr
(if you'd just believe!)

Yes ...
Kitten
might be naughty,
~(but her playing's always true)~

softly purring deeply,
as
(my)
claws
leave marks
on you.

once,
i held tight to
your words they filled
              this                  emptiness                  w­ith love  & passion  
    promises  you blew 
  hot blasted air
     a-drifting  
&
  i'm
      f    
                   i             
                                n                
                                 a         
                                        l      
                                              l       
                                                  y     
                                                     l     
                                                       e  
                                                           t    
                                                           ­   t    
                                                                i    
                                                            n
                                                           g
                                                             G
                                                                ­  O

One                                     
                                                    d           ­                                                               
                                           e                                                        
                               a                                    
                  d                
          leaf       
brown & brittle
hangs upon a branch
Swayed by a Northly wind
     You turned to me,                         
                saying gently                                                   
   you would be gone            long before  
      the tree                  outside your window   
                              lost every one of its leaves                   You                         
                                       forgot                that brighter greens grow                                  
                                        beneath those rough        dark capillaries                                     
                                                which span this                 grey horizon                                              
                                                 Days pass                 shadows shorten                                                 
      & Spring renews            Sun warms       
     our upturned faces   Maybe soon      
                 you'll glimpse that fragile hope                 
                                                  still fluttering          above us                                                   
                            ­                            in the dappled canopy One                                                         
                                 single skeletal leaf       I'd                                   
                        attached­         with a                          
           steel safety pin            
.

I'm just exploring the possibilty of
giving something more of me.
A little bit of naughtiness,
so rich, but rarely seen.
A darker side.
My wild
devil
she.
SO
if,
upon her
RED lettered
voyeuristic discovery
therell be gasping punctuation
(it's written, mostly, on bended knees)
&  s   p   r   e   a   d   i   n  g  the words out
on naked sheets ~ it's all for the tempted ~ eyes to see

<3

Should you wish to
Would you wish (too)
Could you?

;)

Come With Me

***

She sits within the dusty corners, of
a mind she cannot leave; Instinctively knowing all,
as each breeze stays...  
unfelt.

Never freer, than the moving wood on
bitter breeze,

once sweet.

Air, which claimed a forest,
contracts flesh    still.

Only bone
shall run from here;
Blood and guts
surrendered;

Sphallolalia
-left at the edge of day-
in sunlights' slanting strobes.

And there...                         
              always there
                             (stays hidden)              
                  amongst wisps of mist;

Wistful, weary,
supping dew from
far reaching branches.
                                            Feet bare...

Hair tangled
from the escape of night,
in shaded visions.

**Yet,
sometimes,
there is just the
wood & no trees.

"Never knock upon my door!"
Only unwelcome visitors, and death, do that.
Left ajar, let me greet you,
from within.

When
an eye from
the wallpaper,
blinks.
I wonder...
Do
hidden
herbivores
always stink?

Pieces of you, I've collected;
Soothingly held - *like pebbles kept in pockets.
Never once feeling the weight,
only their sparkle**.

you're a lovely twit, i see you there,
sat          up          high
day       n       night
in the twit
twoo tree.
Watching
years fly pass.
Hungrily devouring those
  precious stolen morsels, you sigh,
longing for the tastiest dish
lost in the long grass.
You
are
tw   oo.
Spanning wide, spreading high, strength from the roots, honest sap in the bark, all that you are
a beautiful, wonderous, lifesource
yet
evil lurks
amongst the whispering green.
Pretty owls who are pecking all the pie, when
eye cleansing rain reveals them, as painted little crows on haunches;
Greedy selfish birds, only feathering their own nests, trying before they buy.
So wait, you will, for the phoenix of your dreams. Soon. She'll emerge so bright
as the smoke becomes her, perhaps with a flame for you, to burn the grasses of her hiding place.

Her cheeks blush ruby red,
lashes batting,"Come to bed!"

<3

Slowly, a single white feather
on her cold, out-stretched palm, *alighted.
She knew then... those thoughts
were of her surrender.

You*
stand       there
- naked          & exhausted -
 a silhouette at   twilight;     Bowing to
the     end    of seasons     as a final gold tear
spins...    down   into shadows that lengthen, on this
  brighter day. . .       I will remember,        creaks out  
       from   an open spread of  arms in     a vast greying sky;      
Heard, by listening ears,    which embrace each darkness.
     Every  barest  recollection  -of ever changing filigree        
   falling silently to loom,           (hungry worms    
              feast far below)       where once               
           warmth    shimmered       
         in gentle breezes-      
             Alive forever          
                                               within*  *the                                             
    sleep of our trees.

Firstly, you might need to learn how to read, in signs
      looking at those grey black and white lines
     as thoughts become craftily inscribed  
or where white spaces define.
Challenge inside yourself.
  What do you know?
  Put pen to paper.
  Feel the flow
 Hooked?
Totally?
Write!
GO!

Teeth bite the flesh
of the
apple
inviting

the explosion
of taste

bliss

not
denying

the
fragrant smell
of the juice underlying

it covers my tongue
like
a princess
I'm dying.

It took
just one bite
fruit poisoned
with lying.

The sleep
will be welcome
when I'm over the crying.

Once
cherished apple
can rot in my hand.

As I wait
for the kiss
of a non
hiss
Serpent
man.

in places              dreamt of
                                             spaces
  where we forgot to breathe &
  each silence speaks  
   volumes

Cadesus and tridents.Entwined illumination;
Bejewelled heartstrings,
twisting within me.

Summers unquenched thirst.
Alone, as Seasons fall,
green of evergreen.

He sits silently
watching; Waiting, for ******
bones, like a true Troll.

In this dark there              
                   seems little light
                               between the lines
                                           upon these sheets
         heart seeking arrows in searching flights
                                         find piercing pain
                               or soaring heats
          Light & dark in
          ink & blood we cry              
      
                                                         ­                                                                 ­                     Searching, we do,             
                                                             ­                                                                 ­                     else we die.

In the still,
We saw only the leaves, the paper of petals, moving.
Yet, all for all, were humbled;
Moved.

Mainlining
e v e r y
poetic
word
THE BUZZ
is
w
o
r
t
h
i
t
.
.
.

... of obtuse separation,
you're closer
if angels
a' cute

:)

Exploding!
.. as it does these days
from lovely little me.
Both lovers verse and vitriol
are flowing out in seas.
Erupting!*
.. she's this lioness
with lap top on her knee.
Exposing!
thoughts in black & white
for ALL the World to see.

Everything is given.
How sorry should I be?

When
Search Engines find her roaring.

"Who
does she write about?"

So with poetic justice, I'm busted!

Why*
the truth hurts
without a doubt!

Toes                                    
         curl over                         a grassy ledge
above a raging sea            Whispers
on the wind say nothing to
save descents to me