9. Effaced Lover

9. Effaced Lover

There lingers something within me

I’m yet to understand.

It’s nature and mine intertwine like

lovers chained together.

 

If one were to remove the chain

would they touch no longer or rather

love each other all the more.

 

I’ve learned not to fear what I do not

understand within myself.

As this too is a part of me, as I am

indeed myself.

8. Tracing

8. Tracing

To keep that constant reminder with

age as not to forget who we are

as we become

 

Who we were as we become

Who we are

In age as I travel among these

feelings and thoughts

 

There are some things to be kept

Some things to be watched

and watch without turning my head

 

Dare I step without dragging a foot

Changing always even if I don’t wish

to pull away

 

Rather shall I carve my way

and keep a few as others fade

and keep a few while keeping face

Maybe I won’t lose my trace

 

Ascension #5

Ascension #5

That phoenix in

ashes anew

Burned out, Burned out

 

The pinnacle of abysmal

unmounted

fragmented touch

 

Held in each

mindful

Void-less waves of

absurd joys

Poise upon forelegs

Poised beneath hind-palms

 

Each trans-‘sisting

Ascension

Transition

Momentous instants

Transition, Transition

 

Overheard Mania #4

Overheard Mania #4

Misty thought

Though clarity in

sounding ecstasy

through floor

and floor

Till the third

The moaning reaching

these

 

To pause and posit

Lending ear

Hands on these and those

Never near.

Here nor down there

Her audible sighs

Primal cries

As if it were her to be

snapped off too

Then cast after cold caress

Confronted, they are by

that divine void, at tip of

head expressed in this their bliss

avoid.

Malaprop Melancholy #3

Malaprop Melancholy #3

How that sweetness

upon tongue

Swirling curves

Whirling curls

Uncut the couth

Grinding of teat

Minding the coals

Jewels of beauty

The pears of stick rows

 

Daunting these droves

In their roving troves

The bloody souls

Under-foot

Under-feet

Under-boot

Beneath the beat

Chiseled by the glittering

Chattering by the toe ever mistled

A thimble, a tinkle

A glassy class embedded

in gloss and embossed

Dawn of Anarchy #2

Dawn of Anarchy #2

Snapping into contested

gestures

Each gyration of calibrated

many passed

Steps Steps Stripped

Accompanied the acoustic

Catastrophe

Sallowed shallow

Shades showing showing

 

Stated streams

Pausing upon each

laden straw

How tough a brick to chew

than evermore

Nevermore dote he

Nevermore dote she

Evermore off such

dotted a line

 

The curling cursives

churning un-

conscious niceties

Born off. Born off

Swift, as in gaseous gait and gaiety

Expressive Nothing #1

Expressive Nothing #1

Telepath passing

Classing clashing

Cast casteQuart

Turmoil turning bliss concord

 

A matter of composing

Categorical superlative

An untimely place

Thrown betwixt

In it-self

 

Sheltered shudder

Shuddering shreds

Dug, drugged,

Dragged dilapidated

Dregs

 

That which is elite

Drawn Drawn

Each spawn

Quartered

By guilt alone

In solitude & solace

slaughtered