helpless to act.
empty bucket
next to a raging fire
burning
slowly,
swiftly,
painfully.
landscape ashen,
barren and cold
yet smoldering in embers.
Empty cries
echo off the sky.
Empty bucket in my hands
as the flames lick at my feet.

A broken vase,
shattered remains of an artifact
so precious and fragile.
The carpet
now dangerous, taunts
innocent feet
with its magnificent gleam
of colored mirror,
fluorescent garbage,
eye-catching horror.
It seduces,
knowing that when in reach
this carnivorous plant
will snare its prey
within its evil, bloodthirsty
and treacherous claws.

It was just her luck
to walk by and witness the sight.
Trapped, she tried to clean it up.
Unforgiving lacerations scar her
innocent hands,
gentle fingertips.
She cannot cry,
it will only make more of a mess.
A woman can only stay strong for so long.
She didn’t cause this catastrophe,
merely attempted to fulfill her civil duty.
Do not blame her,
the glass is already doing that.
She works dutifully in pain – her attempts are vain,
for the carpet will never be the same.

“Kiss me Kate”
Obediently she beckons to his call.
Her fire, not so much doused as
in need of more fuel

the retraction of claws,
a smile instead of bared teeth
purring instead of a growl.
Has this beast been tamed?

Mais non!
Elle simplement joue un jeu avec l’amour.
Pourquoi vous demandez ?
Je dis pourquoi pas.

L’amour est un jeu après tout…

You said the sweetest words to me…
And I was speechless
(imagine that, a poet lost for words to an artist)

It’s a good thing you weren’t there to see my blush and
Schoolgirl grin painted across my face –

Or maybe you should have been…
Perhaps that was the best response that I could come up with.
Perhaps my Luther Vandross reply to your
Louise Scrymgeour was inadequate
Only because I was not prepared.

That’s it!
I was not prepared…
Not prepared for the unending, uninterrupted,
And unprecedented love you show to me every day

I was not prepared to fall so deeply,
So passionately and irreversibly in love with you…
To crave nothing more than the scent of your skin,
Those breathless, unconscious kisses on my neck in the depths of
The night when  we shift our bodies in our sleep-
The sleep that we succumbed to long after we’ve exhausted the stores of
Physical love and desire
For hours on end…
The soft yet muscular feel of your skin
As I run y fingers lightly over your chest,
My head on your shoulder,
Eyes absorbing your beauty,
Gazing off into warm space
Fantasizing about the future –
Our future
And the happiness that you tirelessly provide.

I was not prepared
To feel my heart ache
When you sobbed in my arms,
My tears mixed with yours,
Fusing our pain, struggle,
But also our understanding of one another.
I wept for you,
For me,
But all the while knowing better days would come

I was not prepared
To feel so lonely after being separated only 7 days…
The phone and computer only allows me to see…
Your face…your words…

I was not prepared to crave your smile,
Your laughter and ability to inspire such humour in me

Your touch
Your feel,
Your taste…
Oh how I yearn to be surrounded by your warmth once again…

And still…
It has only been 10 days…

I was not prepared
To find myself so vulnerable
And yet so incredibly safe at the same time.
You encompass me,
Surround me,
Complete my fantasies of Prince Charming,
My knight,
My lover,
My best friend,
My meant-to-be.

I have found my words,
But cannot wait to lose them again.

Breakage.
A pounding,
drumming
off – key
non-rhythmic beat
desperately searching
for any kind of
recognizable melody,
in my head.
Nonsensical.
It doesn’t make sense
and yet it keeps
occurring on a
regular basis
that one might
think it makes sense.
Silence.
the absence of
a blinking message
no typing
no smiley face
not even a
sad one,
one might think
it was too quiet
in here.
Screams.
pounding
off-beat
silent
sad
screams.
It hurts
but no one can tell.

Except by the blinking of my eye.