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Saturday Night

It’s Saturday night and I smell your hair 
    Like the sixteenth of September;
When you traced with a silent stare
    The star-studded sky to remember,
Andromeda and her plight of fear
    That death would devour her heart so tender.

I see that midnight ocean upon your eyes;
    Its thick billows break upon your lashes,
And the still beauty of this night does not disguise –  
    The fierce fervour of your heart that flashes
Through the raining lies that spell our demise
     In grey fumes of hate and ashes.

But I dare cross such tempests to slay
    Love’s foe and binding chains I’ll break,
That like Perseus with much merit may
    Save you for my own and take
Your gaze from starry dreams, and lay
    Upon your lips, a kiss.

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Boarding the Middle Passage

Suntanned fields tower along your breast.
Rusty gripping whips rip ripened veins.
Dancing black silhouette, shipped to the west,
In a barbed necklace of embroidered chains.

Singing in patois, you yield by wrest.
Like moribund gales your spirit wanes.
Suntanned fields tower along your breast.
Rusty gripping whips rip ripened veins.

Babe takes hold to a final tress,
and blots your heart with loved stains.
So decked in red memorial dress,
you bid farewell toward the Royal Haynes.
Where suntanned fields tower along your breast,
and rusty gripping whips rip ripened veins.

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My Silence With You

In silent moments of distilled thoughts,
I see only you – 
Like a ripe moon in the midnight sky,
Your glow repels the darkness.
I sense it – 
Pealing away the distance between us,
And piercing through skin into my veins.
I feel it – 
Filling my flesh with your touch
And flashes of fierce fervor. 
It burns – 
Like stoked metal poised to breach
The frontiers of matter – 
Into a breath of fire
And tears of molten lava. 

My blood absorbs the energy,
Carrying it into every part of my body,
Silently breeding desire
In your absence.

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Death of the Deceived

I lurk to tread troubled waters,
Across earth’s reality.
On traced wheels of ventured
Men, lost in faded glory.
My eyes print upon the strand,
And sway, entranced in their vexing
Motions, as She hauls her prey:
Frozen preserves of timely wrath,
Slipping amiss…amiss.
Into Her broken depths,
That gather darkness
From wood and flesh;
Petrified, neath Her swollen fists.
She lusts the breath of sailing ships
Still some far away.

I marvel how many have lost their way
Adrift Her supple skin,
Like doves of derailed direction,
Taken by a drunken wind.
Seduced by Her wispy motions
And spun along sea-web to deceive;
They disregard the Son’s counsel.

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The Silent Nun

A dull soothing drizzle tickles her skin.
Her scheduled smile failed to arrive.
Dotting the green sea, rhythm and sighs.
Bead after bead she prays:
" Oh Mother, Oh Father.
What shall I do?
My heart fails, the tears fall, 
but I do so love you"
Belting chimes, trammels unmoved.
Cursing whipping winds paint the horizon.
Lips caressing each word.
Wading through memories, mist and confusion.
Paletted dress, she sits and says, amen.

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Memorial of a Lost Love

Who am I to you?
Into delving searches, I pry.
An image of sand, of you I see.
Bits and pieces,
The alms you give to me.

Soundless words treasured;
Tasteless kisses, my first, my last.
An invisible touch carries me through.
Behold with a flaunting awe
fFables become true.

I make believe with a tinted glass,
Your some and much forever lasts.
So yet I seek to be known by you.
Maybe what is will be.
A faceless face, at last I see.