Your looks will fade my love
And all the endless preening will come to naught
I was once like you
In other flames, my comfort sought
I let my fire dwindle while I stoked theirs.
And danced like a dervish and whirled through their stares.
Slow it was, the creeping decay
Which turned copper to rust
Grass to hay.
Until one day they looked no more.
And my inner workings were merely gore.
Left uncared for … my brain did rot
And thus it is….my unhappy lot.
So dance my pretty
I’m not saying no
But keep your inner fire burning
Because your looks will go.
Originally posted May 2017.
There’s a word but I cannot find it
For the things you do to me.
For the weaving, heaving breaths that you bestow
It’s on the tip of my tongue
Just like you.
A lick, a flick away.
There’s a word that I search for to understand
To make tangible even with only my mouth.
I’m sure if I try to utter it
It will fumble and tumble, rise and fall
Just like you. Just like me.
There’s a word made of a million kisses and slaps to the face
Of cracks to the heart
Then soothing embrace
There’s a word for you and me, for us.
There’s a word. There is.
But I cannot find it.
I followed the wind today
If it can make haste
Then so must I.
I rode its unpredictable back
An elemental goddess in my prime.
I moved with the leaves
Swept willingly along the path.
They danced jigs around my feet, my head
I was crowned their Queen.
Me? A Queen!
I felt all the power of the gusts inside me.
A whirling dervish, hovering above ground
Nothing but the sound of leaf adulation
Oh what a sound!
Yesterday I trudged through mud
Pulled my collar up against the draught
Sighed as the leaves stuck to my shoes.
Heard nothing but howling.
But today at last I will not freeze
I will harness the power of that wonderful breeze.
Do you hear me in the depths of night
When I whisper your name ?
You must feel those words of longing pulse their way into your dreams.
How else can you explain the reasons you wake up in the dark ?
I’m all the way over here my dear
But whispers fly through time
Driven by a thumping clock that knows no distance.
I won’t let you sleep
I won’t let you sleep.
She finished the very last piece of her cake
Not a morsel left on the plate.
“She’d lick it clean,” You said.
“If she could”.
You said this like it was a bad thing.
I wonder does she live her life this way ?
To the the last crumb ?
You could make stuffing from all the half arsed things I’ve done.
Lick it clean. Finish the cake.
Life is short for goodness sake.
I explained you into something else
How else could I understand you ?
I made excuses for your strange ways
And let the nuances I didn’t understand become mysteries, worthy of my love.
At the end however I realized that you are not an art piece to be deciphered
And that color on a wall does not a picture make.
Your silences are not opportunities for me to read your mind
But chances for blissful peace
So goodbye sunshine. Goodbye rain.
I thought you were a Picasso but you were nothing but a stain.