Toll

The creeping melancholy
Seeps from this dream, awake,
The sinful, ascetic and holy –
Exquisite serpent, you snake
Through, persistently lost
In yet more new found surety,
But you don’t know the cost
Of memory, of this sort of purity
Which dissipates at the whim
Of only the gods we ignored,
And so then the chances are slim
That a soul so lost yet adored,
A soul as precious as yours
Will bear calumny’s denial,
A thorn crown to be endured,
A potion of hemlock, a phial,
If I don’t take it first,
To salve the endless ache,
The lost-ness and thirst
Of the toll these memories take.

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Crave

Crave to touch you –
Skin sparks towards lines,
Rapt scintilla of contour
Of smooth flesh that divines
Fecundity’s seed
In the vastness of hunger,
Swallowing need,
Gasp white-hot lust-monger,
Over breast, across hip,
The extrusion and graze
Of finger, tongue, lip…
Awe soul revolving, ablaze.

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Sylph

A sylph took morphing form
In a darkening forest glade,
Tree spirits in fearsome swarm,
A cloying light they made
Until Demeter took her shape
From the swirling silken folds
Of divinity without escape
In a woman whose beauty, untold
Entwined the light and space
In a maelstrom of dark fervour
And her dancing form, sheer grace,
Lit her soul, aglow, forever.

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Transient

A late-night vignette,
A restaurant cavern, a
Slow-burn cigarette,
A bistro, a taverna
Where dressed to the hilt
Conversation twirls smoke
Through yearning and guilt,
And the dreams which we broke
In our satin soft souls
Pour through eyes which implore
For something, cajoling
The night to somehow give more
Than all this bittersweet transience
In which even that kiss,
So tender with prescience,
Is wayward, amiss
In the ethereal recall.

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The Hunger

Deep in desire’s anatomy,
In the parabolic arcs,
In this hunger’s great hegemony,
In the sweep of tender dark,
I would teach you of my body,
As you learned of yours, anew
In the speechless awe embodied
In the tracing lines we once drew
Upon two curving dreams,
The synergy of souls uniting,
As we took of joy’s extremes
In the fusion of our igniting.

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Bed of Roses

As you disappear
From disbelieving eyes,
I dissipate all fear
To vapour trails on skies,
Soon to rain for the memorial,
Which lies within your sea,
Down past the sartorial
Disguises that we see
In your faintly empty poses,
The envy some must feel
At your apparent bed of roses,
The Instagram appeal
Of such beauty and such glamour,
The fashionista zeal
Of the Likes for which they clamour,
For some validation
Of life somehow lived better now,
Love’s dilapidation
In some abandoned vow,
But there’s nothing else to do
On this abandoned part,
Except to pray for you
And your endangered heart.

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Epiphany

All phenomena have become the same
With the only differentiation
In the psychological frame
Of reference and pure imagination.
Perception seeing miracles abound,
Decrepit deceptions now disobeyed
By this epiphany for which we prayed,
The phenomenon that we somehow found
Belonged to us in a truly cosmic way –
A new form of light on an unlit day.

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