Listerated Pepsin Gum advice on kissing 1911

How to Kiss

bring it close

rubric incense and decay,

he smacked roses aside

with tears like hail,

the moon rolls over unmown grass

tender leaves strayed from branches

coating loafer shoes

and when kneeling

clung to thighs,

her virginity wingless broken

could there be a return,

all that seemed so recent,

atmosphere beyond sunset glow,

daisy crown waiting

guitar loses the song,

his breath in bones

that once held her

hollowed out dim lamps

projecting little beyond the

steps taken to return,

there would be thunder

intimate connection of clouds

fronts and lightning arcs,

beyond straining ears

he wanted to talk

place words in blocks before you,

no chill or dismay

crucifix demure,

adolescent me had been

limbs lips and wrought agony,

divine lamps

slip beneath a long horseshoe moon

he that was me

bent solemn

over the cold oak

rain soaked

never letting you know

 

 

Journeyman

Ivan Hare 18/06/27-09/01/13

 

Journeyman

travel not far from my side

alone you will never be,

a dream connects

heart will talk,

deep valleys will not contain

mists draw across

by fingertip i will find,

life a container

a shell that holds

essence and essential you,

written on memory

indelible unsmudged

now slipped

will not escape my grasp

i feel you

as on new travels

across tides

that will wash my cheeks,

will see you

as a new shadow at my side

never forgotten

for my father Ivan Hare son of Wilfred Hare and Nellie Cubbin a fantastic father and friend loved and missed