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I lie awake for seven nights
Running a knife over myself

Birth of Child

A bit of the savage stayed with me

And I gave myself to you

This circularity led to love

Which lasted as long it could be.

The savagery now birthed

Twice in three years

A set of sons who ravage

Your breast to be.

My love shall know blood

When all will be new again

This circle of a circle

Will know no end

With time as witness

The savage will live.

Desert Love

Our love is bound by chasms

Silted with shadows

In parts horological

And parts foibles.

You will be my ruin

And yours, I.

In this circle of time

Wilting flowers 

And desert rhymes

Will descend lovingly

On our entangled flesh.

Only in death

Can lovers unite

When flesh corrodes flesh

Can lovers smile.

Sunny Days in Hell

Them little girls with little black eyes
Gazing mutely at thin scarred thighs
Walking past old church gates
Burnt passed tumbling rickety fates.

To try and smile is failing endeavor
Small legs open in prised surrender
I am their Daddy, I am the Lover
With our history, I may be the Brother.

Rage and rape go well together
Not bleeding menstrual little ones
Poke in some rump and feather
Chew those bony sugary buns.

Echoes of muffled cries finally stop
Bodies limp bloodied and bruised
Sooty tears and I push over the top
Must live some more my destiny mused.

Perspective

To be accused of destruction
Of the topmost layer of soil
while sowing a seed,
is to be truly misunderstood.

She

You must read more before you choose to strike me down. Otherwise, I will exist, in corners of your mind, and in rooms of mine. It is the only weapon you have against me, to absorb whole length sentences like walls of the ocean bed, indescribably muted. The floor of the ocean is where I learnt to walk, a place where many seas met, merging amniotic fluids with memory, gene upon gene. That is the violence that bought me to you. The violence of birth and the greater violence of living it. I never wanted to live, to breathe, as insignificance does but I was born and hence, I must endure it.

Endurance is a complex word, it does not betray emotion, the only thing the word tells us that it exists to bring strength and despair together, I can endure life, perhaps even death, though I know not much of it; but you must remember me. Always, unfailingly, you must remember me and believe with all that you are, mind, body and soul, that I am there.

He looked up in the sky and saw her face in the white clouds above. She smiled and disappeared behind nothingness.And then it rained.

I look at the red lilacs strewn across the garden. They look oddly familiar. I pick one up and open its petals, revealing dark blue pollen stalks that taste like long lost honey bees. I toss it back and pick up a stalk of grass, crushing it with my forefinger. It allows me crush itself, giving up its sovereignty in the face of brute strength. We are all stalks of grass, our destinies limped by hands of  time. I crush some more of them.

I am awake for no particular reason. Our lives are fragile, we must end them in the arms of the one we love, before cracks invade everything we touch, including each other. Time takes away what never was overs, but was promised to us by genes and fables.

I think of her with my eyes closed. She comes to me instantly. I think of her smile and take in the silence that surrounds me. A brief painful terror holds me close. I open  my eyes and the world is new again.

Last Days

It would take me several days to write
A tangible account of my deadened life.

But it would be too late by then
Some days would bring a change of heart.

Is it provocative to write about death
More than to write about life?

What do you gain by reading this
In the anonymity of your room?

Are you closer to me now or
Do you now know nothing?

I will tell you a secret, regrettably so
Our lives are a mess.

End them in the arms of the one you love.

Hill

Do not ask me for the past
I am Theseus' ship
Rebuild and replaced everyday
Cells with their own private battles
Lilacs bursting with red drops.

Old Stories

I'm unnecessary now
Old greying temples
Wrinkles here sores there
Lips you loved
Nails you dug
Gone now with time
Pages yellowed
Nicotine swallowed.

Un-aware

Let me love haltingly painfully
Like surgical instruments caught
Unaware by flowing blood.

Armpits

Let our love not be mediocre
Like our lives lived boringly
In caged rooms stifling sunlight
Sniffing licking armpits damped
Discolored by too much fairness
In life and love.

Moonlie

It is not the charcoal of your eyes,
The spin of electrons is enough.
It is not Earth and your love I crave
The place between Moon and lies
Is enough.

Quick

Let my tongue be intimate
With the idea of your body
Before time runs out
For us to know each other.

Pinned

As I come closer to you
In sporadic short bursts
I think of penetrating you
With a pin in your ear.
Just below the helix
Where I first kissed you
An abandoned ear lobe
Found its lover parched
For more.
The curve of that night
Resembled your ear
And my tongue gnawing
For flesh and bone.

Musings of a Psuedo Intellectual who Professes to be Romantic

A halter comes off easily
A tube takes a while
If you wear pink brassiere
I will walk for miles.

Acid Pops

You smell of acid found in mangoes
Left too long in a slightly warm basin
Sides which are still streaked with
Blood that slipped prancingly from
Swollen lips that gave in too soon
To my testosterone charred habits.

Your acid is elsewhere too, hidden
Beneath that flowing long skirt you
Fashion only to protect your chastity
Long gone, if I remember correctly
Behind closed doors and closed hearts.

Froth lime and brine, enshrine and rhyme
Sit in a corner and dream about crimes
Spin of atoms, spin of lies
In recesses of our blackened hearts
We see what we are, you and I.

Smell of acid, smell of pain, of half baked
Cakes. Close those legs of yours, close
Them to preserve the smell of rain.

The Everyday Club

You bleed what is palpable
Between those ruinous legs
That once enshrined mine.
You spin of atoms
Undiscovered elsewhere
Seduced fused, finally used
In a dying snake's lair.
Then you wonder, cry even
About changes, infinitesimal 
As your universe collapses
Whimper and whisper
Whisper and whimper
But let me enjoy
A fine cup of soot filled tea.

Silver Deers And Ruined Memories

Sweeping across two fields one placid lake
Rage comes fearlessly
Forgetting places times
Settling in nooks lost
My memory reaches out for her

Painfully chews unnecessary vowels
Making her whole again and me.
Rages uncouthly, drooling musically
She returns again again again and
Returns us to the same glistening
Ball of swirling hot glass
Suffocated by longing.

Replaced

Merrily and steadily the scorpion twists
On your flat belly and oh-so milky breasts.
The scorpion means no harm to you
His love is gentle, his wants are few.
His time was now, his time was near
Why did you whack him out of fear?
He was the one but you wanted another too
Now you parade around with a scorpion new.

A Child's Poem

An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind
An eye for your eye will make you forever blind
Remember the sermon the next time
You dare look into my eye with your eye.

Dedicated to the female protagonist of the short stories 'Fallen Roses' and 'Bed Of Sorrows', click here and here to refresh your memory.

Remember, I can write much more. Don't force my hand.