Sunday 17 November 2013

Unfettered Verses

Rendezvous

We met
In my late night
Fantasies. You held my hand,
And that kept me
From drowning in your deep
Blue eyes.

But waking tossed me
Back to shore.
You are once again
No more.




***

Perusal


Put your hands
Upon my skin, and feel
The spark that’s born
Of touching 
Something new.

Cradle me, and gently
Delve
Into my hidden depths.
Find the subtle rhymes, the silent 
Rhythm.

Run your eyes
Through every line, every curve,
Every color – paint a scene uniquely
Ours. Enter this world,
This world within the gourd.

Claim it, and together we
Shall make another thing 
Of it.

Conquer,
In all entirety


From    cover    to    cover.


***

I'd rather be the first to fall,
The first to call, "Defeat!"
I'll be the first cascading tear
That comes to douse the heat.

'Tis triumph too, that final stand
Which no one shall repeat.
For courage springs from souls that long
To fate and chances meet.

What though my heart 
Should cease to beat?
My blood won't flow in vain.
The faint and dying footfalls herald that
Of thundr'ing feet.

Apres moi, la deluge.





If you liked the poems, I have more here.





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