Chores

    

Stop me in the midst of daily life,
turn me and kiss me, 
tongue like a knife of satin,
to stroke my insides, 
peel me like an onion,
leave me no place to hide amongst these pointless,
unimportant chores, 
eat the protests from my mouth against the
living room door, devour me, 
like you can’t get
enough; whisper how 
you’ve ached for my touch,
give me no choice 
but to think
only
of you; cover me and worship
with all that is due to this holy,
and sacred 
state; shackle me with longing
until I can’t walk away, 
lay me down on the sofa and honour me; 
back me up in the corner and smother me
with insatiable greed;
to feel is all 
we should ever need to make this house a home;
for when all is said and done;
my darling, 
this,
is what they mean, 
when they talk 
of domestic bliss. 

   

Pegasus Sunrise

      

I was wide awake this morning; came

to see a sunrise in your shining eyes,

and you and I hacked a trail together,

forgot all worldly pretence

or disguise;

with nothing to hear but the sound

of you; your even breath in the early dew,

we watched the summer come,

and visit for another day;

and I let you choose the way,

at the crossroads, so long

as we could go with haste;

see, I wanted to beat that dawning

haze, to the top,

and watch true splendour,

from the edge

of the valley; I wanted to feel your breath

on my neck and marry

all my thoughts

to this ancient kiss of the breeze,

before any

of the angel-leaves

begin to turn or are tempted to fall.

I wanted us to have it all, just one more time,

to wind my fingers

in your hair and stare out

before the aching sunrise

begins to hide again

in the forever-fog; I wanted

just another

chance to watch,

and feel heat in the rays,

to leave us a memory of our

summer days and all I have seen

with you…

and I listened then

to only your hooves

as I drove you, gently, home;

soon, what of our mornings, Pegasus,

when this late summer is gone?

     

Lullaby in Arms

Close your eyes, and put your arms

around me, I don’t need you to see;

just feel…stop this

ever-spinning wheel

we call life, and walk your mind away,

lie down

in my embrace, and stay,

and let me still you a while, let me kiss

your beautiful smile

until you forget

how the days

can be; and before I rock you

into sleep;

let me show you what the nights are for,

let me break

down all your doors and run my fingers

through your

open soul

and every wanting in you,

this is the moment we can call

pure truth, all other, a violent charade;

in the darkness, crawl,

from the dragon’s cave and leave the amour

of your wars

on the floor;

there is only passion

and grace here,

in the moments

before the acid dawn; peace,

and love-soaked sheets;

we have need of nothing more.

   

Castle

Still playing with 'castles and flames' for Leeds Savage Club writers' task:
  

Shall we build us a castle, to hide within,

and set lions at the gates? To chase all

the monsters away? Shall we lay down

a moat of deepest flames

to keep vampires

and werewolves at bay?

Shall we build our castle of no

bricks or stones,

but of arms and tender looks and

call it ‘home’,

shall we give it a roof

of dreams and wishes,

and build our bedroom of

a thousand kisses and caresses that

still us, and soothe? Shall we give it

windows of transparent truth, and a hearth

so it keeps a warm soul?

Shall we build its kitchen of secrets told,

over dinner,

of the way you smile, and of another

minute (that will make me late)

just spent it your eyes? Shall we

dig a hole in the garden for lies, and

back-fill the mineshafts with foolish

pride, to set

the foundations in trust?

Then, shall we fill our castle with love,

with music and laughter and the same

healing touch

to seek,

every evening when we draw up the bridge?

Shall we build our castle with all of these things,

so it can withstand any storm?

Shall we throw off care, and paint its walls

all the colours of joy that we please? With turrets of

blue and flags of cerise, and surrounded

by a sunset hue,

it may be 
the strangest castle that ever was,

but we built it;

me

and you.    

Indulgence

     

Drop to your knees, let me hold you like glass,

with grace, you and I, can worship and gasp

down throats,

all the ways we would honour one another,

stroke me like silk and we will guard and cover

all these tender plans we have made,

dip in hot liquids with burnt tongues and taste,

all the things tomorrow can hold,

lie down in sugar, and syrup, and

roll until nothing but sweetness prevails;

tell no lies and tell no tales, keep no secrets to set in

and rot, make yourself more

than naked,

give me now all you have got, lest I really

know who you are,

point to each graze and every beautiful

scar and I will show you what splendour is there,

tear lumps

from the insides of me,

just tease…and wildly explore,

tell me all things you have ever thought,

or dreamed of, open all your doors,

let me make you blind and come in,

and you and I can touch every sin until

we shatter

like splintered ice;

we exist

only for nights, where we scratch,

and scream, and wholly bless,

sacred touch, and ties, and

tender caress beneath moonshine

and the anguish of restrained wolves,

knowing we can bring the world down around us,

if we only let go; 
tell all;

be free,

and indulge.