Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Walk in the Sand

What magnificent landscapes your back would make
To hang upon my wall
Over rolling hills and in the valley of your spine
My fingers walk tall

Thine ears would make the perfect shell
For some sea-faring beast
I pour in silvery sands, grains of deepest love
And upon pearls, I feast

Wither wouldst thy feet take me
Over bridges, with wings?
Or tunnel through your heaving chest
To feel where your heart sings?

Perhaps, my love, it is my feet, my back, my heart
That will carry you
For in troubled times the pairs of footprints
Rarely number two.

I want to Be

I want to be the water that washes your face
And removes all trace of dark yesterdays
I want to be the shirt that touches your back
And covers your heart from cold always
I want to be the shoes upon your feet
That carry you across the endless miles
I want to be the food that fills your belly
And bring you strength to weep and to smile
I want to be the wind that blows through your hair
And cools your fiery frown
I want to be the ground beneath your feet
And support your weight from falling down
I want to be the memory
That brings you back to me.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

You knew me

You knew me
You ran your fingers through my veins
You caressed my bones
And fingered the sinew
You tasted my hair
And knew my teeth by heart
You bit my nails
You licked my eyes

You knew me

Now I have new blood
My bones are cracked in new places
I washed and cut my hair
And wore braces to adjust my teeth
I let my nails grow long
And cried my eyes right out.

With my new ones I can see myself
And I see that I am beautiful
I no longer need you to tell me.

Island

Black flowers bloom on a cliff top
Blue waves, blue, crash on the rock
A single ship, a single sailor
Solitary, alone, afraid
Wanting to become an island
Give up hope of other sands
To be with the flowers, their velvet pitch
Captivated by their dark beauty
Hypnotised, sinking deep into the purple sky
Deeper and deeper
Until breath comes no more
Feeling the chain biting
It's time to run
Black flowers poison the mind
Break the spell
Run to the ship, sail away
Swim if you have to
No woman is an island.

Spite myself

You're class A
Not in a good way.

It eases my pain to know you'll never win the battle with your demons,
many as they are.

I love the bones I am ready to break in two.

Still, to blow down your house and send you running, little pig,
would give me strange pleasure.

Sickness within my within
Growing inside like a lover's seed
Yet stale was it that loved.

The infection spreads like ink through water
Pure nevermore.

I must drive you out, damned spot,
Wash my hands of you,
Comb you out of my hair,
Flush you out of my system.

For, dearest Revenge is a dish
best served as cold as your blackened heart.

Why wait?

When I am old
I will have a black cat.
I will live in a cottage
in the heart of a forest,
And I will wear a pointed hat.

When I am old
I will fly on a broom.
I will pick wild herbs
to put in my pot,
And burn sage in every room.

When I am old
I will have whiskers and warts.
I will dance naked
in the light of a full moon,
And sing out all my thoughts.

When I am old
I will dress like a man.
I will mend my roof with magic,
dig the soil with my bare hands,
And spit and curse and damn.

When I am old
I will live my life
Exactly as I want to,
answering to no one but myself,
And the world will be my wife.

Stargazer

As we stargaze side by side
You ask me to pick out a star
and name it after you

I search all through the never-after
But in vain I strain my eyes

Don't you realize?

Your name is already written
On my ever-beating heart
Spelled out in stars

The stars I see in your eyes
Are more dazzling than the heavens

Don't you realize?

Empty hopes and False promises

Dark is your mind, as the sea
Deep in shadow, clear and clean.
Hidden corners hide half-rememberances.
In years' time
You will return to me
Across land and ocean
Through sky

Open is your heart, to rain
Slowly, beats chime into your sleeping pillow
You dream as I dream of you.
In a different time
In your different mind
Sits a box, small and humble
Colourless but wrapped
In crushed velvet
Which shimmers every now and then
From the light of your sparkling eyes.

Fresh Fall

She sits in a darkened room
The girl with eyes like the sea
The inside of an oyster shell
Pearls dropping on her knee

She sits in a silent room
The girl with hair like rope
Strong enough to pull down a dam
And drown all thoughts of hope

Sit sits in an empty room
The girl with lips like cherries
One kiss will break a thousand hearts
And put a mind at ease

She rises like the morning sun
And opens the dirty window
To gaze upon the newborn world
Not a footstep in the snow.

Still

There is still a hair
In the sink where you washed
This morning

There is still a fingernail
On the floor from when you cut them
Yesterday

There is still the smell of spices
In the kitchen where you cooked
On Friday

There is still a breath
On my mirror where you sighed
A wet stain on my pillow where you cried
And a warm space on my carpet
Where your last footstep fell and died.