Trick of the light

A trick of the light silly
When you thought you saw a halo
When you felt the piercing heat, smolder the bones of you.

Oh you knew it even then but you ignored the refracted value of the words that lit up your life.
And then when the clouds came
You feigned surprise as though you had forgotten your jacket not cast it aside.

Silly girl.

I see goosebumps on your arms and shadows in your hair.

No it’s not fair.

Some can bend the rays to their own devices

While you are left in cold,cold slices.

Ham it up all you want.

Pretend you got a fright.

You knew it all along

The tricks of your delight.

(C) Slumpless

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Crinkle Cut

There is a crinkle in the line of time
Where you were mine.
It goes in loops through space
Over and over through seas of effervescent stars.
A universe kind of love.
A galaxy of heat
But It burns too fast my dear
And that crinkle is now a coil
Waiting for release
So I loosen my grip and watch you float further away from me into the night
And although there is black
There is also the moon and it’s beautiful pull
And that spinning sphere of blue.
There’s me and always you.

(C)Slumpless

Linear Lust

Can I draw the liquid lines of you with my thumbing stroke?

Bleed the sap that I know lingers in the funnel of your heart?

Oh there are ways and means to make your fountain flow

I know most but not all

I will find the waterfall

I strum and hum the tunes that make oblique, the straight lines of your beautiful legs

You beg for more lick and that’s the trick.

Just a breath away.

I’ll stay just a breath away until even a whisper, will send you to simmer

The releasing breaths of a chord too highly strung

Is magic, melody to ears and head that need a patting. A petting.

Wet. Wet. Wetting.

Soak

(C) Slumpless

Cut From The Same Star

I will put holes in your clouds

And trenches in your doubt

Today you will see that I want nothing but you.

You can do as you please

I’m on my knees.

I told you it was forever

But most people don’t mean it my way.

There’s no highway. No wave goodbye.

I am the air you cannot see

The dust that settles lightly on your shoes

Use. Use. Used.

I’m used to it.

So run and push.

There’s nowhere for you to go.

I am sand and snow.

Tree, bird, mamal, fish

Do as you wish.

My love will not be killed

Even if my blood is spilled.

I don’t know jealousy

I don’t know hate.

This is what it means to be my soul

Mate.

So cry. Whimper. Laugh

You are half.

I am other.

Souls from the same Mother.

Cut from the same star.

(C)Slumpless

Sweet Streets

How sweet the pavement seemed today

I licked it as I walked.

Consumed the lemon light

It’s zesty beams resting lightly in my mouth.

I’m leaving you see..

And nothing makes the street seem sweeter

Than knowing that soon I will walk it no more

Those trudging,weighted steps of yesterday

Seem so far away.

A hop, skip and a lump in my throat

I will miss the smiling man on his bike

The old, shuffling lady with her bowled over gait

And most of all,

I will miss you.

The streets where you live.

Where your candy kisses coated my tongue

And your sherbert eyes still fizzle in my brain.

(C) Slumpless

Confetti

The sharp, piercing blade of your mouth

Shredded me to confetti

I was airborne. Torn.

Was it better to be scattered though?

Perhaps the pieces of me held together by comfortable glue

Were now going places.

Each tiny, fluttering scrap had eyes to see.

More vision than the old me.

And when this ache of being hacked up fades

All the tiny fragments will return to the fold

And I will be wiser, braver and bold.

(C) Slumpless

Vinegar

You must be made of bitter stuff

How else are you able to sting so much ?

The very tongue I thought was made of honey

Is forked.

The fingers that stopped my rattles

Are spears, dipped in vinegar

And you pour it into my wounds

Like I’m a newspaper full of fries.

Lies. LIES. Lies.

You undermined everything with spiralling secrets.

And now I can’t see the sky for the trees

The love for the pleas

The never ending clockwork circle

I’m wound up.

Turning like a silly soldier

Into the fire but no little tin heart.

Just a puddle where I was once a thing

For you to play with then burn.

(C) Slumpless