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Blowing in the wind
My muse has left me
abandoned against the wall
of silence
where the wind lashes my face
and reminds me how
barren my mind is
how fickle is my muse
to be carried off on a whim
like that
without a thought for her dependant,
without a minutes grace
or reflection.
I stare at the wall.
It glares back.
Silence
I hate it when you look at me that way.
There’s an expectancy on your face
yet I don’t know how to fulfill it.
You don’t give any clues away.
You look as though you’re injured, lost
and want me to fix it.
I need some help here.
You have to tell me what needs fixing.
All I ever get is silence.
White whites
My mother was proud of her whites. I was too.
You could see the glint in her eye when friends of mine
would comment on how brilliantly white my socks were.
Their socks always looked a greyish off-white colour.
You could tell they thought that my socks were
a sign of a good caring mother, as though they’d been [...]
The Mystery of Dream
I watch you sleep, wondering
what you dream of
as your eyes dart beneath
your quivering lids.
Are your dreams the same
as mine my love?
Do they burn bright as a candle
on a darky stormy night?
Do they sometimes wake you
in a flurry of panic?
Or are they calm and serene
and wrapped in chocolate silk?
Do you feel my touch as I attempt
to [...]
Blind
Eyes closed, I feel for direction,
not wanting the sensation
of you to end.
Velvet strokes turn to silk
in the receptacles
of my brain.
Seconds tick past the fine hair
covering my body
as you pass
Lingering love slips past my ear
Your breath slow,
encompassing.
As the night draws to a close
Our love lingers on.
Embracing.
