In a glimpse I saw him
torn,weakened,humble and dependant,
I took him that way
there was no giving to him,
the need was too great,
sense of heightened senses,
I took him again and once more
until he was whole..

Pushing,pulling,twisting skin
she strips me bare
bones and sinew
cleaned of the debris society has thrown upon me,
trembling I waited
as her world paraded past me
to admire the work she had done,
I wait here still,
for her to complete what she has begun...

I saw her light,when she glimpsed mine,
to say I love her never seems enough
the words are apt
the depth unfathomable
like her light as she glimpsed me.
If I jump,just tumble in
surely I would drown.
I would surrennder gladly
succumb with only a whimper
because I long for her to never leave...

Alchemist make for me
conjure an elixir
that tastes of his tongue
his tenderness
his mouth.
Alchemist make for me
conjure an elixir
that smells of his skin
like the breathing of his essence
his love.
Alchemist make for me
conjure an elixir
a balm for these memories
that burn me and make me yearn.
Heal me of him Alchemist
conjure an elixir
or bring him home....

We talked about the health of Cairo
We searched the world for truth
We came thus far for beauty
and the cigarettes we smoked.
Wine and whiskey and lyrical waxing,
we exhausted ourselves of humor
of angst and rhetorical.
We talked until we were breathless
achieving no peace in  a very short time
long winded speeches of self import.
We never realised it but we were half way there
as we packed up empty bottles,ideas and butts,
Home we went
to the safety of complacent lives.

Had I the clothes of heaven,would I drape them over you,around you,
in hope that the morning sun does not fade them ,
like my dreams.
In the velvet clutch of the darkest night,
my hour of need,my dreams,my dreams,my nightmares.
Clear vision of you ,fade in the morning light
ever holding on with all,
you fade,like my dreams,
you fade away..

crushing,brushing against it,
don't lose it,the feeling,
breathe it in,rancid sweetness
evocative of yesterday
musty and mouldy,like rotted fruit,
your innermost
brick of soul,heart of wire
it runs through your fingers now
sticky sweet
try to wrap it,to warp it,to save it
last years dinner
served up to the undeserving..