I'm fifteen darkwater dreaming or drowning
adrift and alone on the ocean of the bathroom floor
tossed on tidal waves of pain pearled with perspiration
a clattering clutch of shells contracting
shingle shushing stifled shrieks
the shucked shell of my womb
emptying like an oyster snared
by umbilicals of seaweed Far away
hazy-faint through saltwater mists I see
a little pearl glistening floating and rocking in red sea
I'm all at sea without anchor on tides a boat floating free
seeking a mooring in the harbour of the doctor's consulting room
her voice a deep dive anchoring me with subtle sympathy
through muffled underwater sounds sea-shadowy fog shawling me
I want to tell her about the dream submerged stories of a tiny pearl
maroon-mangled and foam-spangled slipping slowly from me
into scarlet sea drifting away sinking to darkwater depths
Driving home my mother's rings clink like shells against the steering wheel
and a shaming sea of silence fills the car pretty shells shucked and shocked
Categories:
umbilicals, baby, loss, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
Alone in the dark
Hips locked in locked dance mode
We touch in such wayward ways
Our bodies assimilate as one
The music captures all we are
Falling one into the sun
Mastered moves meld
Cosexual sentient bliss
Let's get physical on foot.
Eyes closed, we body benefit
Organic, aligned, all at once.
We trip rhythm rhyme rituals
Words disappear-feelings emote
Lasting treasures of a final approach
Approvals aside, we close our
Embodiments obsecura to all
Un awakened user umbilicals.
Dance with me "til time ends
We tiptoe toilessly entranced in
Uninterrupted unity undone.
We die on floating foibles
Everlasting, embraceable-----You.
Categories:
umbilicals, friendship, identity, love, romantic,
Form: Free verse
I do not know why I write again
But I know
I do not write for schoolboys
You think nights are diamond studded
Black lace,
I do not write for fawning girls who
Adore sunsets, but grimace
At the thought of umbilicals and blood.
I do not write for old ladies
Gardening, and pulling up weeds
While let the protected serpents live.
I write only for the undefiled,
Those who see sin and start a forest fire
Burning evil in its desire
I write for love of children
And the rivers in their eyes I long to sail
Hunting abusers like men hunt the quail.
O but tell me,
Why do I write again? Why?
Categories:
umbilicals, caregiving, write, write,
Form: Free verse