The door; now shut, welkin turns some lights on; others out
An open window lets in all the sounds that night's shout
Tucked in a quiet place; I find myself the most at home
Sucked into a coma; my feet blistering while they roam
Inside dreams mirror; lives a place where sanities cloned
This is where my tortured, troubles, edges are finely honed
It's in this bliss that my perceptions are never nearer
To bring about what makes coarser intuitions clearer
Wiping away the morning fog, I gently touched sincere
Waking to be loving; is why my heart beats persevere
Can somebody, please, tell A Sugar Mummy
That her sweet young guy is not a dummy
Out of her The ‘Sugar’ what is left is ‘Mummy’
At last, her presenting as The Dummy?
Can’t someone urge My Sugar Mummy
To try a longer look at her tummy
For the still bold presence of The Gummy
That finally does return to her “A Granny”
Or, still not finer, ‘An Aging Nanny?
The Sure-To-Get A Nasty I Beg Your Pardon?
From a cheating lover she has told “Well Done”
And a much nastier and coarser I Beg Your Pardon,
After vengeful claims of not having a farthing.
Always, as at the last moment,
A hurting, even heart-bleeding comment
That does reveal her hidden rejection
By one already championing her projection!
Co.
Breath intertwined, mine his.
Gulps visceral
Hold it, hold it, hold it. Please.
Hair tickles chin, coarser now.
Hand hooked. Grip for protection. Mine, his? Discomfort hits after a time of cocoon - untangle a limb, like once before.
The prising of sweat-dampened skin. Skin
that had been forced together. Forced apart.
Day's royal blue canopy fades into the outer recesses of space and time
As hoary sun sheds its fiery cloak for a deeper hue
Gilding light retracts its flaming parasol to horizon's edge
Last burning ember coalesces into a patchwork of glowing cinders
Shades of bright yellow diluted into coarser pinks, reds
Twilight kisses Helios' parting rays filtering light through a dispersed prism
Diffused light obfuscates glaring shadows and richer contrasts brew
Harmonious band of colors blended into the melting pot stew
The parade of colors christens the solitude of tranquil eve anew
The plush canvas emanates an aesthetic charm refined love to imbue
Linking mortal bonds to eternity's immutable chorus of beauty and bliss
Nocturnal creatures spring from lairs and croon chilling anthem to the blazing panoply
Rip the surface of my soul free
Calm writhing waves of discontent
Fill the listless heart with psyche
Divine art, lend hand to intent
Let brawn and brain arise in man
Oh Lord, let fair cities bloom
beneath the sea and sand
give all beauteous room.
Sacrifice the sword for honor.
show truth has a beauty its own.
Let right be taught by mothers
in embryonic sea light’s born.
Magnify the mystery formed
with purest intend adorn
for all of nature is
encompassed in Your form.
Let your Consciousness encompass
and polish the coarser form bright
for though the sole scale must swing
a less dramatic sweep seems right.
Bring us closer to bliss, blessing
each tiny bit of star dust light
for universe’s dwell
in Your abundant might.
Drifting languid, light
upon the damp breeze,
the seeds of milk weed fairy fly
upon the aching air.
Snow white, weightless, dancers
skirts upturned before the coarser green
of velvet lawn they flee.
Backlit as virgin lovers
upon the meadow’s spawn.
The castle walls dare not belay
the upward loft with daunting gray
for on fragile wings in autumn damp
The world is full, a whorl in white.
My brain it hurts from pressure
That builds within my head
I could probably be coarser
But then I might be dead
I try to make some happy
But am lost in the idea
It can make me feel so crappy
And fill me with nausea
I hurt from head to toe
And need some pain reliever
Sure wish that I could go
And be a good retriever
This pain that fills my body
Would make some people cry
Though some will just stare blankly
And others watch the sky
Some pain is more than physical
It builds within the mind
You can treat it with a capsule
Or even just be kind
Life is a big game
Where we don’t get out alive
And if we were the same
Then what would you contrive
I am rougher than she,
These arms from sterner stuff
Are hewn,
Yet hold you with firm tenderness
Embraced against the beating
Heart
Enshrined in bars of steel.
I am harder than she,
These eyes from coarser flint
Are formed,
Yet see you with a burst of love
More brighter through the hidden
Tears
Forever cried unseen.
I am louder than she,
This voice from darker chords
Is wrought,
Yet tells you with a resonance,
A marinade of bourbon
Truth
I live for you alone.
I am weaker than she,
This soul from ragged cloth
Is stitched,
Yet burns with blue undying flame,
Radiates throughout
Infinity
For the child who is mine.