If days
go by
and a full moon flutters,
remember my dream
If on this night
I lie awake
with pride and distinction,
I’m a broken man
If in time
you touch a cloud
and misty doubts disperse,
your pulse senses mine
If some day
your eyes
meet another’s
veering in bewilderment,
they bare my soul
If suddenly
questions are posed
in slow, cryptic prose,
turn my way
If for us
flowers grew
beneath sunset hills
they would colour my way
If you think
I feel
a heart’s demands,
it would be yours
If days
go by
and I lie awake,
a broken man,
in a dreamless trance,
with misty doubts
and a clouded way…
please lie with me
lie with me
speak with me in twisted tongues
be my hidden breath
awaken my souls quieted song
longing to be sung
lie with me
in undressed eden's peace
in lasting moments
under shaded palms of a summers eve
through silent early hours of wispy flakes
in the still of winters sleep
lie with me
wrapped in dawns brilliant ray's
warming skin under augusts burning fire
lost in the ache of your wanting gaze
we unite pressed together
heated in desire
lie with me
for this last escaping breath
in this final moment
lie with me
set my heart to rest
Come lie down.
Beside me
there’s no other.
Push my firm words
inside your head,
my hard love,
‘cause tough love
crack tough skull.
You’re revolving on the rim.
Come,
come down to me,
a stream of knowledge.
A woman was here.
Inside my head
I hold books.
She went with bungalow
and children.
Children are children;
like monkeys they mimic
Her every step painted in vivid green.
Come,
come lie down.
Beside me my story is.
The truth
is never a tale
spilled from sweetened lips.
Come,
come down here,
come lie down.
Beside me
there is none
that can whisper this chronicle,
my chocolate story –
bitter-brown –
composed with blood and feather pen.
Sculpted in her head is
her post-colonial self.
Come taste of the wine I’m poured.
Come, come,
come lie with me.
If I'm tired, weak, or sad...
My friend Rosie, relief has prepared....
See she gave me a lion....
One to hug to sleep...
Makes me feel better,
Helps me avoid a weep....
The Lion is strong,
He fears nothing at all,
If I'm holding him,
No one would have the gall...
To wake me, to sadden me,
The Lion would surely roar!
And if he seems too quiet...
Than worst my foe would have to endure....
Cause a Rose has thorns,
These far deeper than you've seen,
They cut swiftly, deeply, trust me, friend....
Don't anger this flower,
Or you'll meet your end.!!
Soft and smooth pearl skin,
White, flawless of moon glow,
Cheeks for me to caress,
Gentle beauty to show.
A hint of rosy flesh within her cheek,
So tender, calling me to speak.
In nervous steps, eager I approach,
Eyes descend to the ground,
As closer to the beauty,
Soon to love her, my duty.
Up I looked at last,
but to hear my own gasp!
“Good day!” I spit in shock,
In too close to the changed face.
So I refrain from a stare,
But oh, t’was such a scare!
Those cheeks so gaunt,
Coated and piled of white guck,
Masking a hardly perfect visage,
Falsely illuminating that sickly green face.
Time and time again,
The world brings pain.
All of life is a deception --
Woman aren’t an exception!