I call he come
He my for now man
Not my forever love.

Wish he could
Reach out and drown
In me like I do him.

Hard on myself
I term it in a way so
Never will I fall

Nor cruelly will I crawl
Away.

Ah the doors are many
Swift and sure they move
When just in reach I grasp
Meeting air and gone to
Past or rushed ahead, I
Gaze intent on them in
Wonder and awe of life
And how it flows divine.

I may sing the song
Of melancholy sweet
But in the heart reclines
Soft and southern, joy,
Hard found, hard sought,
Fair parched in a wonder
Of how it all is forming.

I
Ah sweet, and the morrow brings me
Not so low. And soon the house will away
Along with fettered ties to a life that binds;
Time in the white space already creeping
Crosses thresholds of my wakeful sleeping.
So hear the silent joyous breaths, “I am alive…
I am alive,” torn from aching, heaving breasts.
Ah sweet, and the morrow brings me
Newly to the world so deftly.

II
Keep thee child to bosom safe
Thy chastity and love.
Let no man touch treasure’s wraith
Lest be he from above

And yet my council wise and true
Comes from cursed lips like dew
For in my youth I lost so much
To the random takers touch. For

My sister’s council did I keep
Callus, from a youth she never knew
But grown as fast as I.

I
Starlight and moonshine
One for the soul,
T’other for the mind
I sleep in softest down,
Blue skies dreaming…
Wrapped in smiles,
Always smile...

II
Twilight and the dreamscape fades. Something forms just under winded breaths of passions spent. He comes in the night, the sleeping hours, in my dreams, my friend, my lover. He comes to take my soul gently with naught save the salt from my body; blood in veins over swelled and tears gently streaming cheeks paled…

III
And when all is said and done?
I shall recall the callus of your palm,
The sweetness in your rare caress,
Soft supple skin under my tongue,
Between my teeth and how you felt
Along my thighs hitting deep.

Spirit in the galley runs left
Then right, streaking till she falls
Exhausted without thought

Years past came a crashing;
The early years alone content
With her books taking her away
From mums controlling; brothers
Death that tore apart the world
She formed for forming sake,
Growing innately regardless;
Divorce and the bravery of
Facing the future utterly alone.

Spirit in the galley runs left
Then right, streaking till she falls
Exhausted without thought,
Giggling when the man makes
Her and…this is why.

Mortality and the fragility
Of life so short and precious
She enjoys all she can.

I give
In the dark half-light
Of eve, of morn,
Passions sweet.

In sore need
Does the frail hand reach
Out for another beat
Of dark flesh and blood.