Thursday, June 2, 2011

Without

I call but there's no anwer and I write without reply,

I look but cannot find you, my reach is always shy;

I long for lost embraces, sustained, secure, and sure,

and remnant spectral traces that may still endure;

Your smile was brilliant sunshine piercing thunderous cloud,

Your laughter, sweet succour, lifting gloom's maudlin shroud;

Your smell, fragrant musk, sentimental pheromone,

Your lush long locks within my fumbling fingers, now gone;

Centigrade risings from our loins, taut, intense, long missed,

Retrograde passion of our lips, locked wetly, deep kissed;

Lemonade bitter parting, sugar shared so sweetly,

Soothing strokes of silken skin, severed so neatly;

Love lost impales the soul upon the stake of desire,

Trove of heartfelt treasure, in flames, upon cruel pyre.

Rise

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By sligobay

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Rise

Knowing that you are in another realm and just about to rise,

My steady hand is at the helm to guide your waking eyes;

Pensively, I wait your day and all the joy it brings,

My ready heart is at the port in need of your supplies.

Apart in sleep can bare be borne,

without you, left forlorn;

Jumpstart my heart wth flickering lash,

from darkness yet be torn.

Ignite the dawn with an earthy yawn,

spare not the stretch of arms;

thrust out your breasts to my heaving chest,

crush me in your embrace.

Once day has dawned, I'm n'er alone,

again we share the sphere;

your hoarsened words sing comfort tones;

as my eyes shed their tear.

a/k/a sligobay

Transit

Night is naught but a transit to sunrise,

A preface to tomorrow, today's reprise;

Night unveils the thoughts that dwell in limbo,

Brilliance disguised, day's demise, poised akimbo.

Mere absence of light, the night, at first sight,

‘til star burst supplies new paint for the skies;

Galactic haze, heaven’s maze in the moonlight,

Reveal mysteries of the ages, darkness’ surprise.

Sunshine’s interlude, this day’s prize,

Nocturnal flight, black knight upon dark steed,

Surmounting melting time warped guise,

Trots timely, through darkest dread.

Sand drains through the hourglass to fill my eyes,

Spirit gallops through dreamscapes, faerie land;

Stables of repose, sleep saddles my cries,

Strands of wild rose, horseshoe bouquet, crowning garland.

Transit

Night is naught but a transit to sunrise,

A preface to tomorrow, today's reprise;

Night unveils the thoughts that dwell in limbo,

Brilliance disguised, day's demise, poised akimbo.

Mere absence of light, the night, at first sight,

‘til star burst supplies new paint for the skies;

Galactic haze, heaven’s maze in the moonlight,

Reveal mysteries of the ages, darkness’ surprise.

Sunshine’s interlude, this day’s prize,

Nocturnal flight, black knight upon dark steed,

Surmounting melting time warped guise,

Trots timely, through darkest dread.

Sand drains through the hourglass to fill my eyes,

Spirit gallops through dreamscapes, faerie land;

Stables of repose, sleep saddles my cries,

Strands of wild rose, horseshoe bouquet, crowning garland.

windward way

Windward

I am always there.

I am the dream that awakens you.

I am the the tightly woven linen sheet that drapes and cradles you.

I am the patched quilt that dresses your mattress and collects the warmth of your body.

I've moved into your head and your heart and your lingere drawer.

I am the thought that provokes you, the racing beat that excites you and the indecision of what first to lay against your naked skin.

I am in the shower and by the fire and in the garden.

I am the warm pulsing spray that washes you, the blue licking flames that warm you and the hard frozen earth that clings to your crocus and daffodil bulbs.

I am the bar of Nivea held loosely in your hand and smeared across the length and breath of your body, cleansing and rinsing.

I am the handful of skin lotion rubbed repeatedly between your toes, beneath your souls, along your ankles, carressing your calves, nursing the nape of your knees and inundating the inner aspect of your milky-white thighs, all permeating the membrane of your derma and seeping so deeply into your cells.

I am the acrid aroma of your free-trade coffee and the oozing spread of creamed cheese between the halves of your bagel.

I am the sweetness and moisture of the ripened rainbow of berries against your swollen tongue.

I am the meadowlark swooping in your fallow field, the common carp lunging in your gurgling brook and the stallion stag rutting in your lush forest.

We are the wild whipping wet wintry wind wrapping the world.

out of love

Hate, want

and anger

are toxic

Love is patient

and love is kind

Love is wrapped

in mink stoles

and tin foil

Evil dons

the mask of love

Emotional extortion

is hard to resist

for both players.

Sligobay

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

shall

the lame shall walk

and the dumb shall talk

and the numb shall strum

their heartstrings in tune

as we hum

our yuletide carols

like chalk

against a blackboard

friends in silver swoon.

sligobay

For Sale

We all sell ourselves daily in this world
Even the fat man leaves his flag unfurled
No hand, tongue, ass, or heart unsullied
No spirit soars until its been bullied
Fueled by our blood, sweat and tears that we've shed
Pain, the proof that we've lived not just dwelled dead.

sligobay