Then

Some of that non rhyming poetry lark.

Though eyes grow dim and final sunset calls

you ever still remain as bright as sweetest summers day.

And soft warm smile my heart delights one final evermore

and no regret, not one, no single moment would I trade.

.

Upon my door the darkness hurled

and screams to steal first kiss and each one since

though splintered wood lay all about my feet

protected, each defended to the last.

.

And when I lay upon the cold and unforgiving stone

hands crossed upon my fiersome pounding breast

you call me home and no more will I fight

and drift to sleep at last within your arms

 

 

We

Well that’s some miserable shite right there!

With lies ignored and foolish hope,

your heart beats still for what you once held dear.

And bloodied fingers, chewed and raw

cling desperate to promises

and smiles once oh so sweet.

.

His hollow words drip sacharine

and cold once tender touch

and fist and tongue and crimson rage

cast blame and fault and fingers point

and head hangs low in shame

 

Ensnared, entwined, in unison

they lie, alone beneath the sheets

Warm breath, rough hands, those future plans

that pillow talk, now empty sounds

blood flows through veins but weak

 

And morning follows night alas

days slip into the grey

of habit, forced endearing smiles

and months, turn years and decades pass

and winter brings release at last

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Night

“Had I, not blind, perhaps suspected

careless ways, my heart neglected

blood turned black, my veins infected…”

Had I, not blind, perhaps suspected

careless ways, my heart neglected

blood turned black, my veins infected

you sweet voice to me sings

 

And in my haste I gave too much

Compromised and eager, such

as one who craves too strong soft touch

and dark forbidden things

 

So ripped and raw and torn asunder

Day’s end calls as sun slips under

‘neath your waves, farewell my wonder

Cold to my bones, night brings

 

And in the lands of shade I’m lost

No coin to pay redeeming cost

My face grow pale as winter’s frost

To summer’s dream I cling

 

And on and on until the sight

Of day break pushes back the night

And there you stood in golden light

And hope eternal springs