Saturday, 28 May 2011

Birthday


The weather didn't come out today.


Only rain fell like tears on my face


Before it touched the ground.


Eight magpies, white and sapphire and black


Wearing formals by the headstones


Looking to me for something shiny.


I'm here in my nightdress


You can look, I don't mind


But you can't have me today.


If you think of her, perhaps Medora


Will dance for us and shimmer.


A phantasm is the only show today.



Then in two nights, when light was high


In a dream adorned and sparkle


Jumping light to hang in poses


Held in the air, in a room alone


Everyone else downstairs.



2011



Tuesday, 17 May 2011

Playing


Your back a clean page


Firm beneath my hands.


I spread my fingers


And feel rise and fall of slow breath


In time with mine.


But no, not your heart


To feel it beat you would be a man.


I want you my instrument


Unmoving, with legs bound.


Your back my canvas


Symbols drawn from my fingers.


You see by a feeling


That fades as it cools.


I warm you with wax drops


Red, I peel them away


The first marks.


I trace lines between them


My nails a rehearsal for a blade


Cleaning away all other sensation


But for the salt I brush in


With lemon juice I wash you.


Your arms unbound


Muscles tense to tear cloth.


I bite your shoulder


Earthy spice of sweat


Dries on my tongue.


Your arms I stroke unmarked


Slow to your wrist.


Your hands will touch no part of me


They are just for my eyes


To hold and imagine


How you will play for me


In the final movement.



2011




Thursday, 12 May 2011

Trinket Box


A paintbox girl in the mirror frame


Hallway washed out to sepia.


Gemma is swinging the locket of Mary


She's wearing high heels


For lounge bar climbing.


A mystery of perfume


Sent from her mother


Leafing through a scrapbook of hopes


Torn from the dusting.


She leaves charms


In her way to the door


The key on a chain, hypnotising.


She's polished her girl to cut glass.


Gemma has around her throat


A silver rope from her father.


The clasp is strong


And she knows the cost.


He's welding a ring to cage her.



2011



Sunday, 1 May 2011

If I Leave


If I leave now


I won't see you go


I only turn away from you


Not to wait here alone


For a ghost or some sign of you


That might never come.



2011