Dark and light come dreams
Weaving fantasies
Interlacing themes
How I love my dreams

Dark and light come dreams
Tightening the seams
Cream of the creams
How I love my dreams

Dark and light are dreams
Reality it seems
Lies in low esteems
How I love my dreams

The dance of the dancers is
Light and free
The skirt go whoosh

One watcher frowns,
He is frowned upon.
And pulled away

Another criea and they
Check first: happy or sad?
"Sad" they take him

Where they go
The narrator knows
To be treated

Treats.

Made of dark African wood
The shell is a lid to a shallow
             Box.
The turtle
Has a painted shell
Dots of red and yellow
Bought years ago when just a teen
No doubt an ungiven gift
Now a
Memento.

I shouldn't have let you go, that night, to that party. That was where it all started to unravel. 'She kissed me'.
Or did you kiss her? Did you let her, encourage her?
I used to be a part of our we but now it is I who am scathing,
I who am alone.
I can't stop thinking of all the ifs and buts, if she hadn't been so drunk,
If I hadn't gotten into a funk,
If we were still together
Would we be
                         Happier?
                                           Even just happy?

It'snot for me to say
Time just keeps on going and the days pass me by and you are with
someone new now.

'Be there, in the park by the lake. by three
Or we're through'
I paced my room
I ruminated disconsolately,
Would being through be so bad?
Was I squandering my life?
It came quarter to and I left
I thought 'If a bus comes,
And I get there on time,
So be it'.

The bus came, and I turned the other way.

Standing at ease,
It never swings, there is no beeeze
I can see his ffootsteps
Overdrawn in the morning light

****** tie it theatre knot
     Seductive lick it with tongue red hot
Desire the lust ages, cakes will rot
     Sweat the sheets to clammy faceless knot
Gruelling physicality a god's revenge
    Aphrodite wept in tears of stone rock
Previous encounters must be avenged
     ****** always creeps up to bow shock
Toes curl and fingers grapple at air.  
     Heave him over turned right way about
Grabbing for something solid, hair
     The mouth wants to shout it out
Happiness sublime an easy win
      It beats those that just stick it in