Archive for April, 2012

night has a transparency

imagined or real,

a place before

filaments of light

illuminate horizon,

each beckoning breath

in solitude,

gives darkness an edge

that is solid,

visibility heightens

the heart quickens,

memory a chequered

blanket unfurled

portraits on the retina

in time long exposed

to attributes of being

amongst life,

intimacy a vagrant

of the heart,

wandering far from the only

mortal fixture,

only solace to find a soul

who could be enveloped

in the passage of your

time and find greatness

there,

a greatness beyond the

limits of life and its

restrictive boundaries,

a life to be condemned

to be painfully short,

yet where a soul nourished

that existence and gave

passion surrendered,

all that came within darkness

was new light

bough bent in curious arc

protecting from the sun,

two people sat upon

roots gripping earth,

she held her dress

snug about the knees

avoiding embarrassing  breeze,

he beside her

spoke more softly

than his baritone normally

allowed,

below the village

red slate rooftops

refracting light,

he place a hand upon

her arm,

assuring the words spoken

meant something,

birds added chorus where once

shellfire boomed like a bitterns

cry,

these houses below

pocked by bullets,

he looked at her

she still stared

at rows of houses,

laundry being hung on line

children playing tag,

normality, a calmness

a unification occured,

love was shapeless

without borders,

it could solidify,

and become that unbroken

bond,

she turned moving

loose hair strands

from face

and kissed

Image

ethereal light shimmy

protruded through pale drapes,

my aches as moving from bed

to floor,

mouth dry tongue stuck

and contorted,

folded into some origami,

a dream shelved

some fragments hinted

at a vividness by spangling

in my conscious,

today would be different,

all ideas of what would be

had silted and taken ferment

for me to sift and filter

in an abstract way,

and collect my thoughts and speak

ignore at the time the cacophony

of voices that had alternate advice,

she would be exquisite as usual,

the dragon of my yearning

would have to wait,

until that moment of coda

bleached sunlight
from outside
highlighted the red
of the table,
two cups of coffee
white sturdy porcelain
between them,
they had kissed
a brief paperclip kiss
not interlocking
only sliding,
moments had passed
distinct from the years
before,
opposite he took her
into his eyes,
memory replaced with
all that was now,
they would go and it
would evolve,
she placed her hand
upon the ocean swell
of her body,
a smile transferred
between them
it was settled.

sand stuck to her

like pepper on a steak,

i could almost feel textured

braille of messages

upon her skin,

beneath those

pieces of cloth

anatomy to be discovered,

i ache , i pain

she carries on by,

and i take up my pad

and write

falling from her words
relentless sea against rocks
his heart strikes a tone

dirt like grey flesh
on windows,
exterior daubed in
gang tags,
yet within
black non slip floor,
he sat with guitar
beyond singing
for a dollar,
he found a voice that
needed no currency,
a proportion of him
now belonged to
more than the city
he lived,
at carriage end
in his view,
with flick of
auburn hair,
eyes guided by
novelists words,
yet her heart only
heard the song.

for @dVerse