let's get this straight
the dawn only half came up
and anyway i was intoxicated utterly
there in that doorway
while the water kept rising
O you cried you stupid
is there any way out of such things
I didn't know, didn't claim to know
but the night
from afar missives of pain
shook their way in
you know how that fucking squawks
new worlds folded here
while we didn't sleep
now at the end of it
grey tides roll in
and we sit apart
with little to say
death he said death, look
just like that
and I looked sideways
not wanting to look damn it
all up the wall there, death
crawling on little legs
like creeping cream
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'but the night'
ReplyDeleteO how their bodies entwined
all a meshes of flesh and skin
beating breathing
her waning crescent
receiving
again and again.
and O how his soul
poured into her
delights of a lost body
That's a poignant and passionate poem. I like it.
ReplyDeleteSteve.
Oh gosh, this is a shock! I wasn't expecting to see this! ha wtf
ReplyDeleteThank you, that means a lot. It is part of the poem I mentioned, that I sent to the States! I have revised it as per their recs and I am slightly pleased with it, in fact I think I was wearing a hint of a Mona Lisa smile last night!
ReplyDeleteIf I manage at some point to develop a back bone, I may send you the full poem, and you can give it a good 'bashing'
ReplyDeleteWell it doesn't need much of a bashing. And I sure wouldn't critique it without an invitation. I might change a few bits but not too much. It's a nice poem.
ReplyDeleteYou are invited. Please do.
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