Warm lips
eagerly met
tears fall
soaking wet
hot embrace
face to face
family forgotten
lovers eyes
hypnotise
hunger spent
lovers repent
leave in a daze
memory sways
husband and wife
another life

On this day, cold damp and gray
I look through rain drenched window pane
as mantle clock tics time away
while outside chill bare tree limbs sway.

I try to ignore old joints' pain,
another alteration brought by age
enhanced, perhaps, by winter rain.
No good is gained should I complain.

Another day, another page
yet one more day of living's paid
as I step closer to old age
a journey against which I rage.

good loving seals a broken heart
ease a crush spirit, when
love is gone and sex is stale

trying to hold on to what you had
is in vain, the fire is out
red sparks no longer shimmer

ashes grayish, some darkish
cover the chimney heart
love and passion once burned

dark lonely existence
behind sad eyes remembering
face glowing from love, lost

patent bodysuit
wagers slung in lycra
gusset flags
taut between tall
storms

the valley flossing
full of perfumes
and heat

blossoms of want
like a dream fingered
full of PDF braille

stubble gooseflesh
rush read aloud
while naked winds
snake like a serpents
hiss around

friends.... poets.... family

I started life
with a large family strewn all over,
over 200

each so individualistically individual ,
it made me marvel..

thus I undertook the study of the human mind...
some were very rich
many very, very, very poor
but it made no difference to me

(even though then I was very okay…
yeah rich,)

as they all did to me endear.

The day became unbearable
Until I heard someone say
You must think of things inside
As poets do each day

There inside is a world
Of dreams and many scenes
A cool mountain breeze
Dancing with the trees

Then waters stretching far
To that distant shore
There send fresh crispy air
They will feel you there

Let the good memories fly
To those you love
That in the by and by
They will have them too

I longed for more time
to lay cornerstones,
but life had started
detaching my soles

I wanted more daylight
to see a Galaxy of beauty
that rested,
within one finger of breath

I desired of many things

to walk the Ponte Vecchio
and glimmer in its wares,
casting a reflection in the Arno
that wavered to the Vasari

to shelter
beneath a Sistine vision
as Michelangelo, Raphael
Botticelli and Bernini
dart in and out
of my haunt,
smudging all in view

Body shattered

beyond repair

kicked, battered

bypassers stared

Good Samaritan

no longer exists

fear spreading

guardian’s a myth

Waiting to intervene

hesitatation

ruptured spleen

devastation

For myself, no respect

stood crying

cause and effect

my soul’s dying

we are a great family
till our sojourn on this earth
no one is ever attached to anyone
for ever after birth

we all move on..

all my best teachers were unmarried
yet we found the warmth in them
that has till today
I proclaim
made me worth a living soul
till I remain

after that who knows?

you are one such person
for whom I have regards high
and find the sky not high enough …

we are naked in the kitchen, lip to cheek
I am white as pearl, soft with sleep
toast burns, but on the floor

sand glitters diamonds-

memory of ocean, long bleached ribs of beach
your wind dried body, complexity of male
wrapped deep around my pale

translucent peace