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

clarity*           ~ in sensing the fall~                             
        when known, makes        each spiral stop:
                     You... are still here,           you will         
                                                 ­                            get up**.

                                                             ●^●
                                                     Little
                                    bangs of pop
              pop poppin', corn snacks
            made for tiny stockings
      Tree are decked
  (with needles
dropping) as
snow outside
shows no signs
of stopping Tasty
moustaches from hot  
choccy mugs, smiles warm          
   Home, all snug. My Christmas                           
                             always filled with                                                                                       
  ­                  love                                                             ­                                        
      X                                                                         ­              
                                                     

●^●                                                             ­         
  *Wishes waiting for fulfilment                  
of commercial, Family, or      
Shining Light. May it 
    bring Joy, Comfort,
    & Peace to each,
  You & Yours  
this night.
Surrounded
 by the warmth   
  of "Love to all"
          beneath a mistletoe
                              moon, sharing
                                                  a candlemas 
                                                         night
­                                                          x

walking through, the burning embers of fires you started;
Alone.

::                  ::                  ::
            ::                ::              ::        
       ::          ::              ::           ::            
           ::         ::            ::            ::               ::
      in returning the favour.       ::
       You want to... I can tell   ::    
     & receiving first is prefer-
    able. I've learnt this
lesson well

Were
you left
pondering?
Inventing reasons?
Chalk marking every crime?
Double checking messages

...from
1 to 99
?

Did you miss the signals?
Have you missed the signs?
Tackling the scenarios

...from
1 to 99

&
then
BONK!
arrives the answer

(they had a wooden leg)

NO!

Like
a bullet
to your head.

The answer was there all along.

"You were happily mislead."

~ You know, you never really listened to all the words that went ... unsaid ~

You left your chest wide open, so they tore that heart to shreds

& that's how all those loving beats
finished so ******* up
sounding
sooo misread
.
from
.
.
1
        .......^
                             ...to.....
                                                     ^........^
                                                      ­                    ....^
                                       ­                                                         ..... ^... 99

                                                             ­                    let
                                                             ­            all
                                                             ­    those
                                                  words
   ­                      slowly
    repeat
in your
messed-up
weary
head
.
'til
soon
they'll
dim
               ­          & get dreary
in
each teary
day  
that's
sent
&
soon

.stop.

worrying
about
why
that caterpillar
went
.
.
.
"1 to 99"
.
.
.
.
.
then
the silence
will start to sooth you
as cocoons spin all around
  ~ you've become a beautiful changeling  ~
& yourself is surely found...
Spread out those brightly coloured wings
Such beauty is bound to sing
in loving all you're
sure to find
by
chasing
better things
...

"Good Luck
is all
I'm Wishing"

~ whispers the one, with pretty wings~

<3

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

Perhaps... Each time you've laid down your head;
Silently contemplating, the restlessness of consequence
of (could be) *should** be
said...

Punctuated sighs, where paused commas seek sweet breath, to rest.

Better to bear the burn, than to douse the fire

Undone by his wings of black and white,
              I spit in his               
presence;

As he shadows me
on these solemn days -
in singular.

His head tilted
and beady eyes
watchful; Hunting.

He senses
carrion.

Fly away!
Take your sorrow...

Leave me be,
with this
grey.

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.

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

:)

Beautiful mists', colour us,
falling; Silently,
wrapped beneath
dusk covers.

Whilst some carry only the smallest of
holdalls;
Unswayed by weight & undefined by contents.
  *Others will just see, "baggage".

Tears.
Salt   water
mixed   with fire
from my core   ,this molten
center; Where   viscosity erupts into
the cavernous third   chamber, sufussive.
Hands. Feel across the   valleyed surface, touching
the unhealed; A perfectly   clean circle sitting upon solar plexus;
Cupid’s sharpest hit. Unseen.    The fissure runs deep into a chamber
nestling betwixt red pulsing atrium.    Only I sense the tremors here.No beats sing
out in this vast ethereal emptiness. Silent.        Vaulted edifices shining bright with colourful
minerals. Molten. Lovers leaving stains upon          the walls, as pure deposits cool. Crystallizing
in the aftermath of each eruption, my volcanic            heartrock shines like a diamond in the rough.

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

[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.

There is always salt in our many recipes of love.

Walking through those Darkest days,
purge yourself of obsidian gaze.
Change's never a surprise.
Seek beauty again, with nowhere eyes.

I
was
whole
on my own
okay
at the start til
you came along &
wide-bust my heart
& made me believe love
means two parts of US pair.
"You'd always love me &
always be there."
BUT
 reality shone brightly
YOU
had
no
care.
SO
I'll
worship you
not. no longer. no more.
YOU
prey
when you're sorry & you're left all alone,
as lights in that tunnel guide you down home.
For the journey, I wish you good luck and good health  
for without you, i would've been stuck on my shelf
:)

Leave each day... and watch
my silent words forming stars above you.
Shining, yet dead; Overt within
nights black hollow.

That heart you'd kept safe,
then returned cold and blue..
It still leaks when it beats,
leaving ***** stains of you.

(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.

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

drips
blossoming
upon growing
pools


pearls
shine
deeply
hidden
within

Our secret meeting place,
words,
unnerve us
face to face.

They've been chasing me...so I stopped:
Why aren't they here,
I'm ready to listen!

Maybe, you heard them too?

"Weary traveller...                                                     ­      
                              Journeying, is not a destination.* 
                                   Come* ~ seek solace now~ & rest; Within,                   
                                                                ­                                                       a dappled canopy of forest light".

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

★

*.A.  

.sleek.

.little kitten, purrs.

.sweetly, in silky ribboned box.

.hiding, little claus 'neath a pretty tree.

.of wishes.
.of dreams.

But no
merchant of the seas is he,
plundering wide & wandering free.
harboured portside sweetly he's *******
with fingers so deft, a bountiful plucking
pink diamond hearts locked in heaving chests;
emeralds and sapphires ~to all~ he attests!
wrecking the ships, he doesn't keep,
taking their precious
secrets deep.
@
><

                                                                ­            "... 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?"                                  

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

March hares light Her way through putti dawn*
~fecundity spreading beneath bare feet~
  as grey paschal masses embrace
rebirth.

I know you, like no other;
"Does it hurt... the truth?"
Searching lips, forge answers;*
Tasting, solidifying, our known proof.

Little feet
on mounds of earth
Lots of stamping
childrens' mirth
Jumping mole hills
wellies high

How fast these precious times go by

Little voice from mum (disguised)
wonderment shines in widening eyes
believing the poor jangled mole had said

**"Stop Stamping On My Head!"

                                             in
                                            shaded
                                                     copse & bluebell          
                                                 bower, hot scents of        
                                        wild garlic give way to a
                                             mist of forget me nots. Let      
                                              those sweet fragrances mix,      
                                       as cooled air glistens on soft
                                       green; Breathe deep, the
                                               earth, as it's wiped           
                                                        ­        from your                           
                                      twisting
                                                    back        ­            
                              &
                              you  
                                                  beg                        
                           your 
                                                          ­    ghosts                                    
                           for release
                          "Do you feel it?"
                       ~where the bud grows free*~

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.

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

Pure
euhedrals
of unique
   **refraction  
       captured
             upon
              an
      open
lotus
flower,
blossoming
in effulgence
       unswerving      
   throughout  
  piezos &  
    stales of a
      thousand 
          vacuous
                    neurons

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

Angel torches
filter sunlight 
across a vast   
horizon
         of sea foam                    
   petticoats.
Where                         
 topaz  touches         
                    glittering                  
              cyan         
                             &                    
                             spirals                 
                            downwards             
                          through the              
             deepest dark      
                  blues - no body            
             can exist within            
      jewelled sapidity.