Reflection

I have divested myself

of self


Allowed the weight of expectation
to fall


Pooling the moon around my feet

to stand within

a puddle of ambient light.

I’m waiting for us

patient impatience

finger tapping

white caps breaking

upon wet sand days.

The walking agitations

of disturbed air

puffing moon dust

around us.

Grey ash stirred

offers no reflections

as it

deadens the sound

of dislocation.

Between us
the lore is strong

tales of Cuchulainn
and Boadicea
fuse to skin
igniting word-song chants
to dance upon the endless dark.

With sonorous voices
we draw the threads of gilt
to slide through finger
worn and glittering.

Casting gold
to a midnight sky
we
embroider the sun.

Every word I ever wrote
ony burns for an instant

In the curl-blue of flame
each letter is redirected to the heavens


Rising higher and higher on the vageries of thermals
the ash dreams leap and swirl into the clouds

There to become
my poetry

written to an uncaring sky

I do not.

Tearing strips off the day

We peel away layers of light
to
expose it for the veneer it is

I do not have the answers

Together we watch separation
how it divides
and multiplies dissatisfaction

Your fear
an undercurrent
drawing me down
into you

I am not helpless
I could swim
if I thought staying above
the waterline would help

I do not have the questions

We bite down into the soft pulp of night

Succulent
the taste of blind belief

We eat our way through
midnights sweet nectars
sated on the juice of
no face
nor sound
nor name

I do not have....

Untitled

I
naked in the heat of your breath
born to accept
times
bending framework beneath us


Muscles taut
beyond thought
or rational construction

I have raised my eyes to see

but you blind me

with the sun

of singularity

Adrift
we move
beyond the curve of Andromeda

The prison of Universe
will not hold us

I press my cheek to this
cage of stars
and cry

release

Come Lover

Come lover,

there is no shame in death.

Dance us to sleep.

An orgasm of possibilities

sigh from your lips

sprout wings

screeching to be heard

I want answers

but your truth is Dante's vision

pain and torment

without surcease

deliciously gift-wrapped

in satin silken sensation

I dance for you

a brazen statuette

carved marble

pale shadow glows

deep resonance of

unbridled masculinity

And you,

keeping time with fingers drumming

with thighs alight in sultry flame

turn your face away

to taste the harm

Come lover

there is such shame in death

Dance for us

On Salisbury

On Salisbury

the curve of the earth

arcs away from you

toward the coming day.

You have become

the joining

Sun and sensuality

light emanating

from within

and without

And I

a menhir

raised in adulation

leaning towards you

ancient

runic inclinations

rope across

the time-smoothed surface of

my skin

Come

to me

Through the Sarsen circle

you wend in

a naked sacrifice

A garland in your hair

a sceptre

to grace thy fine bone fingers

a copper ring

for anticipation

a golden torc

to catch my tongue

You did not speak

yet I was told

to keep myself

to myself

And I did

I hid deep beneath

creeping roses

pressed into the rich earthen loam

Wrap me in word flowers

fragile colored syllables

to lie amongst

Slumber,

no

But death

yes,

a lover’s embrace.

I could lie quietly

inhale your fragrance

to exhale eternity

Held in thrall

a poem for a winding sheet

Self Indulgence

I was going to write something all deep and self important sounding

But it isn’t there today

hasn’t been there for many days in truth

I am not as important as I had once believed

The world spins wildly
and I am holding on with the tips of fingers
numbed and straining
teeth gritted

I have tried to track
when the changes occurred
from the days when I knew without a shadow of a doubt I
was the centre of my universe
and you all revolved around me
satellites giving light and colour to a sky only I could fly

nice rhyme Chris, slipped it in without a ripple of unruly

I don't mind that I am becoming background noise

I despise it

There is a place called Oblivion
and I am driving there now
music running down the leather seats of my car
threatening to drown me

and yes
I would drown in song
as I sail into my sky
a moments clarity
is worth a thousand days of just being

You think its all up for grabs
and then your fingers finally succumb to the ache
and you slip off the side of the world

No one even hears you falling