30 Monday Nov 2015
Posted in erotic fiction
27 Friday Nov 2015
Don’t spoil me she said
as the dance floor approached
pushing against the lengths of hair that were hers
the scent to move him eternally
to eternity
with water at one’s side
moving slowly down a torso
upon thin sheets that night
brown eyes met him
yet twas all a dream
for sunlight shone through glass doors upon a theme
of a night where sleep had escaped
and love shone forth
she was beautiful he thought
as two glasses of the clear liquor stood in their front
ice towering over their surfaces
as they met one another
Why was she crying?
crying out to dance
to move
to live to flow
to cherish
to hold
to want
desire
then meet
in the street where her coat had left him
on that warm day of winter
in a cold moment
the warmth of one night too intense to remember
or separate oneself from
he had loved her then
for she was the dancer with five clocks
a red army and black investigators guarding her soul
whence he had given to her the opportunity
to create anyone he had desired
yet only her face appeared
he kissed it
with one dream coming to life
falling back with one bite
a neck
her scent
the falling blind lay light on their future
which he had longed for
as one certainty
to eternity
27 Friday Nov 2015
Posted in poem
A glass held tightly to his complacent lips
moving backwards
forwards
to and fro
finger to finger
between words
cheekbones filled a smile upon his face
he sat back
laughing
looking through the riddle
the rhyme
the fasçade
leaning into the smooth wooden center
glancing over a shoulder through a window
to a road
a street
Back inside
hair brushed aside confronting one jaw
teeth created that brilliant smile
upon which I played on
for a while
a café
a table
two people
faces
staring
moving
eyes
a waitress
yet there he sat
sugar
two spoons
26 Thursday Nov 2015
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there were two people talking
slowly above the sound of a typewriter
one must have been dictating
I couldn’t here myself think
I had to step outside
my head was screaming
it wasn’t true
it couldn’t be you
dogs kicked the sand
you and her
a child looked my way
alone now in the park
its all but dark
inside me
25 Wednesday Nov 2015
Posted in poem
they were people you ran into
said hi to in the street
they weren’t really friends
yeah he goes out with so and so
there goes Sophie’s mum
they weren’t really friends
just acquaintances
it didn’t really mean much
in the bigger scheme of things
in the scheme of things I knew who you were
with your pointy nose
your well cut thighs
lean torso
and sexy voice
yeah I knew who you were
you were the one who cared for me
smiled for me
not much
but enough for me
yeah
I knew who you were
with your silent gaze
your beautiful eyes
your all to brief hugs
yeah
you were more than just an acquaintance
you were my friend
til the end
25 Wednesday Nov 2015
Posted in poem
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Rain is falling
softly again
you are sleeping
It’s half past ten
last night after midnight
I heard you cry
for someone to hold you
to answer why
I wanted to hold you and make it okay
I wanted to wash all the tears away
but its all too complex
too disjointed now
if only I’d held you
I just didn’t know how
24 Tuesday Nov 2015
Posted in poem
The light appeared dimly, temperature the reading
climbing the last rung of the ladder
what a mountain
boiling
melting tar no thongs the remnants of water can
water
Smoke breathed rapidly from her gaping mouth
her cap soared high above the bonnets roof
set against the gums which lay above
the heat
She drank the life support as her engine idled
sounding out the breeze of the wire grass beyond
the wind ran warm fighting at her courage
with the mountain behind her she opened up once more
Travelers passed by windows widely open
the river to the left was life for oneself
sugar cane sang to the blue sky beyond
cut only briefly by those stilted dwellings
Arching back taking her all in
white lines dissected the heated mirage
your arm wanders aimlessly to the roads cool centre
or at less frequent intervals to a passer by
summer
23 Monday Nov 2015
Posted in poem
The men were gaunt
lean in frame
steady
reckless in the extreme
whiskey
cattle dogs
young horses
weathered fence posts
and you
You said you weren’t happy
but you were always there
not once did you waiver
against the night’s cold air
the country was cruel
unkind
unseen
yet you made it real
you made the dream
22 Sunday Nov 2015
Posted in poem
I asked you to follow me
you held up your tiny hand
placed it in mine
we walked to the yard
rode our bikes
sprayed seeds onto the footpath
threw rose petals onto the grass
sat on the front steps together
you grew older
you asked me to follow you
you walked fast now
away from the past
I could not last
I so desperately wanted to follow
you
21 Saturday Nov 2015
Posted in poem
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Two roads
the fork
left or right?
mountains or river flats
I close my eyes to see you
still nowhere in sight
breathing in your scent
trying to find the height
I can’t see over the mountains
I can’t now reach your touch
I’m thinking I’ll sit and pray for you
I love you oh so much
