Love !

Shape of still ,still warm caresses,
the body of a torpid mind,
eyelids ,dolorous ,dreamy ,dazed,
unformed hopes to deserts razed,
teardrop,shimmering, stark and free,
 eyelids ,half-shut ,dreaming me.

She ,the need of lonely love
coalescing ,causing coral crystals,
wilful ,wild with dancing wolves,
acquiesced, a-tame as singing doves
has the heart that brutally tames,
then softly whispers unsaid names.

She never is ,and ever was,
my dweller with the heathen hermit,
panting ,breathing ,forest fires
churning ,hush ! with silent gyres,
weaves a web of silken woof
and makes for me a homeless roof.

Eve and Eden.

And there she was ,that lucent fay
in lacquered,gold filigree wrought,
but often when the dream comes true
it is'nt what you always thought.

Thorns have grown around that memory
which once was my sportive meadow,
and where I did lose both my selves
one to shame and one to shadow.

Ye idols ! and all you feet of clay !
askew, a-cleat and unforgiving,
rejoice ,breathe, for now I turn
my ruined soul to the world of living.

Thou mournful land of doleful dirges
thou empty shell of Hadian clangor,
will thou let me hiss and whisper
my last two parting words in anger ?

Tenses..........

Would I herefore live my life
reaping,garnering,ripening days,
brooding ,smiling n' dreaming still
among misty,hazy ,mossy ways ?

 Like the one that once did dawn
dank and dark and dreary grey,
that smirking, crept on rat's belly
and snarling,stole my sun away.

Can it be the one that is,
this dancer on the fires
her footsteps,urgent, hauled-on-coal
heard silent, hushed, in warm desires ?

Or will it be that distant silhouette
deep-etched ,stretched on torture rack ?
`cause that'll surely far outweigh
the one that I would now want back.

The Last Milestone

Was it a new juvenscence
or just an old-age high
methought she paused,,shyly blinked
then...went on with a sigh.

A trusting heart, a double-take!
a flutter ,that climactic cry
so,so much like a waking dream,
did'nt I ,or did I really die ?

Oh! it was you ! yes, you
such aching pleasure nigh
Time it was that then stood still
`n' such-as-I' that passed it by ....