the speculum...

she gazed into the hand held mirror
but herself no longer could she see
she drew nearer and nearer
and still herself she could not perceive

for there, there in the silver speculum
deep inside her outreached palm was an image
so chilling she almost succumbed
staring back at her from this metal cage

piercing her heart from another time another place
exposing love long since cast aside
in the dainty fingers of her past she held his face
the face of all held holy still and her thoughts collide

into the knowledge that she could no more part
with the vision of this, the reflection of her fate
than could she divest herself of her beating heart
breaking as it was for her beloved soul mate
.
.
.

is there...

is there no time for us
that we must love and part

is it a sin for us
to love with both our hearts

is there no way for us
to be in this life’s cusp

 

is there no place for us
before we turn to dust

~

your eyes...

your eyes
invite me in
in through the door
opened to but a few
the door kept locked
and chained by
desolation desperation
    
your eyes
unwrap my soul
baring my own lonely heart
unwinding undoing
the ties placed round it
holding the pieces in place
till your healing comes home

your eyes
undress my body
revealing the wanton
undergarments of
of wasted life
exposing my naked desire
opening the pores
of past and present

your eyes
lay me down
upon your soul’s pallet
too long empty
barren and brittle
waiting longing
for the passion of love
to ignite it once again

your eyes
beg beseech my own
to warm your cold
colorless frigid heart
wrap it in crimson tides
hold it close
heart to heart
the two made one

your eyes
invite me in

and

close
the
door

.

.

.

the game...

we both knew the game
it wasn’t gonna be tame

we both knew the rules
we weren’t no fools

but when the game did end
with what could we defend

both our hearts   
our weakest parts
 
lay broken and blue
in a blood-filled pool

but we both knew the rules

~

pieces of me from yesteryear...

if i but could

take the hurt
from out the wound
that lingers there
if i but could
take the rage
from out the deep
that dwells within
if i but could
take the sorrow
that sucks your life
away
if i but could
my love
 i surely
would

~

take my arms
my love
shelter from
the storm

you need
not ask
my love
for what
is mine
is yours

take my lips
my love
taste till
you are filled

you need
not want
my love
for they are mine
to give

take my heart
my love
we need not
ever part

you need
not need
my love
for love is
mine to give

there are no strings attached
no chains to hold you here

for love, my love,
my only claim

~

you take my breath away
i cannot help but stare

there is no end in sight
to the love i see there

i cannot help but stare

for you were always there
just a touch away

but it took love
to turn the night away

i cannot help but stare
~

.

.

.

.

.

[there is another little yesteryear piece of me below - at voices from 1975]

this crimson vessel...

heart’s so full

of dark gray clouds
got me in its pull
wanna scream out loud
                 
but sound don’t come
to a heart heavy as mine
thoughts turned numb
stayin' alive just to pine

seems the skies above
feel the same bleak way
weepin’ my loss of love
drippin’ sadness night and day

rains come down
deep into my soul
so ‘fraid i’m gonna drown
and it stings me so

trickles down thru my flesh
strippin’ ‘way all that’s left
leavin’ nothin’ but an empty mess
like a sneaky sinister theft

winds of despair
leavin’ my mind tossed about
can’t rebuild can’t repair

this crimson vessel full of doubt

simply...

 

when i think of you 

i do not think
of your being there
of my being here
i simply think of you

 

imprints...

last night
i lay
in the imprint
of your dreams

upon my bed

this morning
i woke
to the imprint
of your heart
upon my own

~


- these words are the result of a dream i had night before last - a dream in which i felt the imprint of another's body beside me - when i woke, there on my bed, scribbled in my hand were  these words -

liquid movement...

 you move me 

in dreams of liquid red

nothing left unsaid

 

 

 

come thee to me...

 come thee to me
from the frigid forest holding you hostage
from the frozen tundra of lifeless images
from the cold dark chambers of your heart
the empty streets of your life
from the dark wasteland of lust long forgot
in the empty caverns of your loins

come thee to me
in the whispers of your thoughts
in the shadows of your soul
your fingers’ long lost touch
in the tasteless surface of your tongue
the aching rivers of your yearning
in the scorching heat now burning

come thee to me
take shelter from the storm
warmth from the cold
come thee to me
in thirst and in hunger
sip thy fill from the holy grail
eat from my sweet sweet fruit

then love me here...

if you cannot love me there

there
in the land of life and breath
then love me here

here
in the land of indigo blood
and velum flesh

here
where your caresses
scorch this parchment skin
here
where your lips
meet mine in crimson slips
here
where words unspoken
are screamed in paper dreams

here
on this paper
where the ink flows
like the rivers run
to my heart

 

here
.
.
.

~ hear these words spoken ~