A Phosphorescent Moment in Time

A Phosphorescent Moment in Time
--For Andrew and Rita

Every time a smile is cajoled onto your lips
your eyes glitter with the gleam of fresh wonderment
and when you laughed I saw you, unfettered and unburdened
I can only say, unambiguously
to let your assurgent spirits fly in this phosphorescent moment in time
this tenuous, tremulous present is all we every have
find a cavern in this moment
let the faint dew of eupathy lightly caress your head
stand taller, your courage inspissate
& bury the purgatory yesterday in the pathos of splendid tomorrows.

The Purpose of Sundays

The Purpose of Sundays

Museums are unmistakably Sunday fare. Sundays are nostalgia, chardonnay and laughing in the sun on the cusp of spring. Sundays are wandering through the city with you langourously, singing and liberating ourselves from the shadowy figures which scuttle past us whispering the code for liberation. Oblivious, I am in love with Sunday, discovering what a wondrous mistress she is, and how she drapes the curtains over me, and offers me up to a clique of friends like a jewel from a treasure trove needing polish; and so we leave the restaurant with ebullience for eyes.
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Anomie

Anomie (13 June 2007)

the winds sighs the songs of melancholia
the dimming light of winter heralds the maudlin dusk
this season of discontentedness
clings like beads of moisture to window pane
outside denuded trees stand naked, autumnal leaves jam gutters
these famous gales whistle
the rain is a ballerina across the room
& we are lost in anomie.

Mt Victoria Poem I

the bungalows are bathed in late afternoon love
the sun is the best seductrix
she is warm, enveloping and reasonably predictable
the somnolence and the sofa
& all that is missing is you
there is comfort in the wooden grandeur of the architecture
solace in the golden silence of autumn's afternoon

Laptop Seduction

I was lying in bed thinking about you
I had vowed to try and sleep
--the gravitational pull was too strong
the laptop is no surrogate (your keys are softer and more responsive).
I just want to snuggle up next to you
feel the warm imprint of your body
and listen to the deepness of your breathing
& come to you in the ink of sleep like an incubus.
Feel the rhythmic rising and falling of your diaphragm
the breathy exhalations you make
I am envious of the oxygen which is drawn deep inside you.

Love Strikes Again

Somehow, miraculous, your soft tendrils find my gnarled roots
and encourage me to start breathing this heady oxygen mix
my feet are wet with expectation
the moment you sidled up to me and gently nudged my tummy
grinning
that was the moment the lightning struck and fused us
the moment when a disbeliever became a prophet
& the world was shimmering with the silver of possibility.

Deliquiscence

Deliquiescent one,
you are right about her
each small travesty is showing me more
bibulous public confessions show
the disingenuity of each and every little past declaration:
you are woman, she is not even comparable
you are water on my tongue; a pure sustenance.

My longing is a river pregnant with flood
I would gladly drink a torrent of you, unspluttering
& disseminate the idea of us
deep with the walls of your unquenched well
to assuage memories of an arid desert that held me captive
So, allow me to catch the dewy sadness from your eyelashes
to lick dry the river delta gushing down your face
& let us listen to the rain over our conjugal bed.