lament to love.

oh, love!
consume me
such a time has passed
my mind, a soundless void
i am lost without you
no drive, ambition
no dreams to strive for
i wander along a path
aimlessly
calling your name
my being, soul in itself
so meaningless, existence
here i am
there is nothing i am worth
should i lack you in my heart
this path, once moonlight silver
a mirror, water's edge
my soles caressed the surface
single roses drifting
towards that inky blue
now, each petal sinking
whilst i travel, no companion
alone, always searching
clawing in the dark
strike me, if you must
just to know your presence near
mere corpse, hence my stillness
without your gushing blood to fill
writhe in my gaping wounds, do not hide!
i crave your presence at my side
save me, while your mercy shines
for life is but, an empty ocean
without love to swell the tide.

centre of the sun.

a mother sits
at the centre of the sun
the taste of bread
texture of silk
sound of rain, lost to her
the only darkness found
in the depths of her gaze

she cradles her child
so still, he rests
small head on her chest
one hand holds him tightly
the other clenched in his hair
so still, never cries
neither dead nor alive
his heartbeat fading
she clings to the lie

the heat rages
clear flames are relentless
burning in the skies
scalding blanket softly smothers
dry ground; it aches with thirst
as the boy is gently prised
from a slowly dying grasp

the mother holds on
not scorching heat
not the anger of the storm
not the men that ate her flesh
nor the women filled with scorn
will take her child away

the flickering breeze
carried the whispers
of her sentence
inevitably damned
but the dream of her smiling boy
could never be taken
never stolen
despite the world
with all its difference
and all its charm

she waited
child in arms
at the centre of the crowd
for the first stone
piece of rock to be thrown
let them come.

a tender song.

i could bathe in the alluring sound
of your melancholy voice
as i lie beside you
beneath the cotton sheets
and listen to your whispers
rolling tones, so soft
for the accompanied words
salacious lyrics with a tender song
that set my skin on fire
my heart beats with vigour
blood, red with heat
my lungs crave, not oxygen
but the heavy scent of lust
as i feel your cool hand slipping
beneath these cotton sheets.

across a one-way street.

so, maybe you are my perfect woman
i see you strut
     heels clicking
         hips swinging
             hair swaying
         as the loose curls
      red, rich, radiant
rest on slender shoulders, strands falling
a mind of their own
entrancing my gaze.

i watch you talk
      tongue twisting
          brows raising
               lips drifting
          brushing words aside      
       full, soft, composed
what i wouldn't give, to press my lips to those
to trace their luscious curves
with my gentle hands.

i contemplate you, still
       jaw trembling
          legs stretching
              eyes staring
          fringed by wet lashes
       deep, blue, intense
searching for my core, controlling yet calm
strong arms binding
i surrender my soul.

so, you may be my perfect woman
i let you go
        always laughing
            always singing
                always, unseeing
             blissfully serene
         elegant, beautiful, irrestible
love unrequited, my lust restrained
my sapphic dream
a lonely heart will wait.

behind the mirrors.

as pain
         spills across the table
    the sea is calm.

soft evening light
   splays across the surface
           gentle, she soothes him.

they caress
   ripples across the slowing tide
 fading; the sky
                            is sinking.

purple blotches settle
          bruises across her
  pale, misted skin.

tired waves,
            they drag the lapping blanket
                 mellow; they lie down to sleep.

head resting on mirror glass
       gazing into brown and blue
              wading across
    that quiet abyss.