Lovers Beware
posted 12th August 2024
because we know very well that when we embark in the mist, by noon the sun beats down
Lover Lost
I found out something about
my ways today
I don't, after all, dwell in largesse
And I keep my heart small
It's also more froth
than I previously thought
Evaporating not long after it's poured
So broken
is not really what you did to me
The needle's eye of it kept me safe somewhat
In that I allow just the one to pass through that passageway
because
This flimsy crocheted corsage
that so femininely represents
my heart
Turns tiger eye, tiger roar
when the elements combine
If you were that you'd know
love is not lust . love is not limerence
'you probably think this photo is for you'
20-06
Now creep in my
longed thing
be by me
Like days decamping
from the summer evenings of amputated hours
that went for slaughter for use
as food, clothing - shelter
If bones could be utilised
even bones
So nothing was wasted
loved. thing
So nothing escaped our carnival
When the year turned,
and all was packed away then:
the striped tarpaulin
and sturdy plastic seats,
and those rickety;
sometime juggle rings, balloons,
and a decade-old candy floss
machine
These things, love
That said the stuff so sweetly
and we laughed
_
All was light
The nights too, the nights
So skulking away now
Eschewed by the bold face of a winter army
high on escarpment
Lined up like Alexander
Who says to the little ones. us two
asleep together in naiveté
“Fight
For all you’re worth and all
you like
to the death in the other
Hold your heads of hair, your brows,
wetted together
Hold together
two heads’ brilliance
You will save each other
or fall
when I come at dawn”
you are my poem . I am your song
salt stings while it heals
How you pain me
when you yearn for the multifarious
forms of women more
than you find my simple form pleasing
How you crack my ribs
in lunging at my heart
when my gentle motions
towards you in grace are met
with indifference
How you do not see - will not hear
the thump from how you
floor me when
- I am not enough
Not because I’m not -
But because you are a glutton
who hasn’t learnt the value to himself
of discretion
of denial
of taking the narrow and less travelled road
I have hair that trails the path there … I have skin lit from within …
I am Eve before I needed leaves … I am the ocean your heart
longs to swim in
I speak a certain language . if you understand it, speak back