Heart swells
Breath's held
I am propelled
To you
My first thought on waking
is you you you
no question in my mind
I need you you you
your love, your grace, your touch
I can't remember when I felt so much
a wise man once said
it’s a long life
too long to suck it up
too short not to take a leap
and so I wonder
if we had to do it over
would we be together
at Christmas time
T ake your wretched offering
A way from my front landing.
I t has settled in enticing slivers,
N othing like what it intends to deliver.
T oxic as belladonna,
E verything it hovers over,
D esecrated and destroyed forever.
Centre and surrounding
Embueing and embracing
Protector and protected
In step, yet sometimes conflicted
In me and without me
Capturing and setting free
Creating meaning in my world
My tribe, my family
If I could have the moon in my tea cup,
the sun in my coffee mug,
the planets and stars in my soup bowl,
it might be wonderful; I'd be all powerful...
But I'd rather have you in me
than imbibe the Milky Way, dairy free.
I'm too tired
to stumble on the memory of you
yoked across my shoulders
comforting, constricting
in unequal measures
too tired
feet catching, falling down
Falling down
You with the huge chihuahua eyes
the dance in them like summer wind
lashes long, at least an inch
your cheeky smile and toothy grin
A two syllable word that has so much meaning
Signifying chapters ending and beginning
In the leaving behind, the albatross gone
In the joining anew, that you now belong
Lanyard - my hiatus ends
I heard your words
I was not prepared
I blocked my ears
I read your lips
I was scared
I shut my eyes
Someone else's words
Someone else's song
Strikes a chord in us
And we sing along
A vicarious joy in recitation
Imitation follows admiration
Waking
Limbs entwined
Silk to down
Twisting sinuously
Exhaling contentedly
Sheer luxury
I know I must go
we've barely met and I must leave
my new life must needs take me far
though in this time we've come to care
and used the weeks like they were years
My earliest memories
Were of Grandpa sitting in his armchair
Next to him his whisky, neatly sipped
Handsome, cheerful, grey haired
Cuban cigar perched on lower left lip
There is an alternative form of fun
from waking up to run
which could be quite interesting
generating similar heat and friction
but goes quite easy on the shoes
when a different sort of rubber's used
Grandpa in his armchair
his whisky, neatly sipped
cigar perched on lower left lip.
He'd seen hairy times
in the 1947 Hindu-muslim riots,
as railway manager in Gujarat.
Meaningful chat repeated,
picked up, completed
just reformatted later
Happiness abounds
Consistent in my wickedness
Machiavellian in my doings
I planned your torture with meticulous precision
I baited and teased you
Tormented and withdrew
But what I hadn't foreseen
Was the angel in me