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.

Wilted Atropine (time differences)

belladonna, o deadly nightshade
are you like Atropos
who choses how we die
well, in these early morning hours
full of half-lives, assignations and irresolvable questions
I delve into the pool of your eyes
nightswimming, happily drowning
marking time with you, every second I am willing submit
flailing, flailing
falling, fawning
entertaining such flights of fantasy and idiocies unimaginable
in the time before you
just to sit with you, water's edge to feel your pulse quickening
waiting for the right time
waiting for the real time
waiting for the next time and the last time
I just like to watch your clock ticking; these time differences.

Stretch Out and Wait

Lover most exquisite,
if i dress you, it is because I have the eye of aesthete
and staring out at your girded flesh comforts me
that the tremulousness is held by the sheen
of silks and nylons, that desire has some soft boundaries

Lover most delicious
if I feast upon with the ravenous glare of one
with unquenchable hungers
it is not to make you quiver and shudder without compensation
but to celebrate the music running through your skin
and to play your body with virtuosity and verve.

Lover most ravishable
if I plunder your borders and storm your capitals by force
it is because invasion shows you at your most beautiful
stretched out and waiting, the rapturousnes of your surrender
encourages my incursions, your willing capture affirms you as mine