Tag Archives: Me

Missing You

Infrared curtain rooms and laser beams

Pink laptop the blue spectacles tastefully decorate

The bed, slightly crushed, and a blanket

Rather crumpled but soft with a strand of hair

Poised perfectly twisted against the wave

Tracing a path from pillow to hand to touch

Circles and skin caricatures almost tattooing

Love, into your fingers and mine,

Intertwined.

Missing you,

Exaggerated spill-over the boat that

Carefully buds and blooms, with time

My love, in time we shall meet and depart

Again to find each in the other’s comforting arms

On that same coppice bed where we found

Each other, so much closer, come closer…

Your taste marks my soul,

And I will bleed a little, everyday

Till we meet again.

September

Flakes of gold

Wither and fall from gnarled trees,

The autumn is catching

The summer recedes

Quietly,

To hibernate

To collapse into lush silence,

Cloud lines floating

Silver sun hiding

Shadows

Longing to touch the earth

Cold quilt,

To keep you awake at night.

I keep a leaf

In my book

For you,

I hold it close to me

Its scent tingling

Expanding inside me,

Dry leaves

Crumbling in my fist

So many

Blown away by the wind

So many

But you I keep

I hold you close to me.

Tell Me

Tell me.
Tell me what you feel.

It never is, nothing,
I sense your restlessness
When our eyes become strangers
A hesitation in the taking of hands
Your fingers, coiling around the cold
Door handle, pale in the tightness of your grip.

I feel your disturbed soul
The vague blankness on your brow
That hides the wounds,
The clawing that tears you
The painful twists of your heart
I see you hurting,
And it hurts me so much.

The silence talks to me at night
An uncomfortable quietness
A desperation, indecipherable
The window seems to provide you with
Some solace, the darkness
Seeps into you.

So tell me, then
Let me go through
To your heart and gently coax
The fear and the anxiety
Your feelings, I cradle them
They are precious to me.

So be honest,
Even it shatters me,
For you resonate as I do,
And I resonate as you
Our bond, stronger,
Than separation.

If I Am But The Name You Gave Me

If I am but the name you gave me,

The shroud you covered me in

Mossed etching on a rotten stone

Dusty diary strewn on the floor

Wilted clothes in an aging cupboard,

Frozen and hung on the wall.

Old scar, itching and healing

The warmth of the summer sea sun

A labyrinth of murky stories,

Concealed trapdoors, hurriedly forgotten.

Some remembered on smoky nights

Rest cinders in the rubbish heap

In the brimming silo of time,

Eternal allure of reflections

The trace is eager to find,

Buried bodies, breathing life.

If I am but the name you gave me,

And all that I’ve left behind

I’m gracious for the slumber

In this silent house, benign.