Sweet Taboo
Between the lines we crossed to meet, with hands that touch over hidden seat.
I may be 50 now, but I still feel 19....especially when I write.
Between the lines we crossed to meet, with hands that touch over hidden seat.
M.et through eye of blue, we connected. O.ne forehead kiss, soft lipped, then you melted. N.ow, two hearts, beat to the lover's rhyme. I.n dance, they waltz through endless time.
With forgiveness. I hold my heart low, below sorrow. In the beauty of your presence, I bowed, with anxious adoration. No soulful regrets linger in memories of being.
In soft skip of lover's beat my heart began to melt, as our eyes of blue connected I hoped you'd also felt, that invisible connection where fate and life collide that ethereal attraction which draws...
On the shadowed grey of this wet autumn day when our family has gathered in solemn pray. We've dressed in respectful cloth of black, to engrave farewell in granite plaque.
On the shadowed grey of this autumn day when our family's gathered in solemn pray. We've dressed in respectful cloth of black, to engrave farewell in granite plaque.
I did not fall, I was not pushed, in that moment where lives lay crushed I did not choose that day to die. I queued in silent wait to fly.
In quiet times of heartbeat still, when dreams drift south, in lucid spill. when suddenly, in whooshed surprise, apparition reflects, in sparkled eyes.
Vertical suckered slide of slime in cobbled cling. Grassy octopus.
In the short ten minutes we'd spent with you, wrapped in swaddle of cotton blue, We sat in awe and silent gaze, and shared one breath through sun lit rays.
Through shuffled queue, and muffled mourn, friends straddle path in rhyme'd forlorn.
Knitting or juggling, cranial stimulated cerebral cum..
Leg long daddy O, flutter buzz thru patio. Do plucked legs regrow?.
Crossed in pain, Jesus, pinned in holy plastic chain of five decades blue.
Drips in dropped soft rain cling in sparkled hemisphere seduced summers gaze..
Neck strung with cold and stretched sinew, creaked swing in rope of bloodied blue. Stool, three legged, in drunken trip, I kicked deliberately, escaping you.
Tongue of soft slide contours slow in dark dart in aerolaed slipped wet trail, warming breath on soft breast. Snail trailed drawn slow, traced south in navel glaze.
L.onging, I. hold the breath of love within. S.till, unmoving, with knotted depth, waiting to exhale. A.llow me leave, to breathe, M.y friend, my captor. Y.our hold on me, undying.
A silent trap ensnared my life, my head felt pulverised, a stolen voice and lifeless limbs, left me perplexed and paralysed. I sat in frightened endless wait confused and petrified.
Flock of wizened fleece, heather reared fisherman's friend. wait on summers shear..
Between the dark and the soft grey light of the slowly waking day I dream of life among the trees in tall forests, far away.
I cannot explain, in simple terms what I witnessed that summer's day my mother's life had left the room, genuflected, then slipped away When she died, the light escaped, in a soft whoosh in space...
Shoe of high heeled s.ale, ladies glamoured boxed of glass, all I see is ale..
Bent in kneel of silent prayer knuckle mould with crucifixion rosary's rhythm repeats foursquare In reflected genuflection.
Clocked of tower stone, spilled time with slow motioned gaze. Ticked in thickened tock..
Note - This is an over-lapping story to my previously published story called "Oak". Although not a direct follow on, it may have more context once you have read that.
Framed silk of soft wood, pale child in Death Angel's drape. Eternal carrycot.
Slide of twisted slip, splish and convoluted splash, childhood reflected..
Adorned in night-black, of elasticacted thwack, on knickered thong of soft ass, you stop, with subtle spread, above me, laid stiff, on my grassy, clay bed Thighs, high on leg long,...
Bloodburst floral red, caught lazed in summered gazing nature's craggy friend.
Monday's rythmned blues drags me dancing, jived slow with asphyxiation.
Blinding Autumn light edged low and caught you napping left in trapped silence --------- A haiku dedicated to my mother in law who suffered a debilitating stroke..
On Port A Chabhlaigh beach, one sunburnt afternoon I retraced childhood footsteps, between grassy sandy dune.
Mother's Day may have been thought up by a creative executive at Hallmark as another way of extracting our hard-earned money, but it does focus out attention on the women who gave us life and cared...
“It’s an acorn” Francie mumbles, slipping it carefully inside flapped jacket pocket.
Slowly, leaning forward, I press my ear against the door, and listen. The home is now an empty house, but the hushed echoes of the many lives shared; reverberate off the quietly listening walls.
Hurry you up, hurry you up, hurry you up. No call for that. How much is that John. I've no stockings on. Take them wee shoes off Mammy. Run on, run on, run on, run on. Gimme them. Where’s the...
The poet plagiarist with purloined indignation kidnapped lonely words..
helluva goddam fine read Old Salinger was, Boy. fifty years on.
Longing, I hold the breath of love within. Still, unmoving, with knotted depth, waiting to exhale. Allow me leave, to breathe, My friend, my captor. Your hold on me, undying.
Mother, where are you, when I part wake. Entombed in shadows grey. Slumbered dreams of memories old, dissolve and fade away. I miss that love, the comfort known, from child to man with sadness grown.
With forgiveness. I hold my heart low, below sorrow. In the beauty of your presence, I bowed, with anxious adoration. No soulful regrets linger in memories of being.
iphoned placebo effect, affects and reminds, soulmates never die..
Bloodburst floral red, caught lazed in summered gazing nature's craggy friend..
Eye spark in pupil dark with cheek of dimpled smile Voice gone soft from under speak, then sit a silent while.