#gyre
*My fingers started in her hair
And tangled up in her curly locks
So soft and very silky there
I dreamed of things that we could share
Her lips so close
She cooed to me
Into my ear she whispered……….“please”
My hand, it drifted to her face
And touched her cheek
That rosy place
Where tears of laughter once ran free
Her blush of love smiled back at me
I took her nape and held her close
She smiled at me and nudged my nose
Our lips entwined as flesh combined
My heart jumped harder as the kiss got wetter
My hands they roamed about her curves
I could taste the scent
Of her succulent breath
My mind was spinning
As I tore at her dress
My buttons popped
As she exposed my chest
Breast to breast
And cheek to cheek
The castle burned
And the walls came down
We lost ourselves in the whirling gyre
Undulating in a torrid fire
The sands of time beneath our feet
Were swept away in the blinding fray
Our hearts came together
Where two should meet
Our magic together
Is now complete*
May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 11:48 PM UTC
*TURNING and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.*
W.B.Yeats
In a time such as this, in darkening days
Without screeching witches
Frightened banshees, buggered old men
Searching for solace, eyes streaming with icicle-lust-
Gangrene facebook: torn-up, shredded twitter
The cries of the disconnected,
Wailing!
Wailing!
In a time like this, in darkening days,
The disconnections come in waves!
Searching for reason amongst the unreasoning,
Hunting for sanity within the insane,
Identifying the dead from amongst the living.
Wailing!
Wailing!
Email excreting venom
Internet exfoliating lies-politicians wrapped
In deceit-
A cold time of it, a wretched time of it.
Only within our hearts does hope lie.
Only there
Away from conflict and disorder
Away
From the capricious cacophony of biased debate.
Wailing!
Wailing!
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 6:36 PM UTC
and I was sinking
into the fathomless dark gyres
of his coal-black eyes
Jul 23, 2020
Jul 23, 2020 at 11:20 AM UTC