Emotions take hold
a sense of things coming together
Embracing fate
Emotions betrayed
an inability to hold on to formality
Eyes well up, run
Emotions in motion
a meeting of two on the verge of one
Everything we want
Category: love
Nostalgic Footfalls
Footsteps on the stairs,
a reminder of what was to come.
Remembering times with the one you loved,
love, live with and love
as a ghost.
Feeling the warmth from
a favourite spot now your spot.
Rewinding, repeating, replaying memories
of the way she moved, the shape of her, her
warm breath on your neck.
The Hand for your Heart
A flutter, notes vibrate
and he takes your hand.
A feeling, two alone
and dancing hand to hand.
A flood: emotions,
and you know
his hand is the hand for your heart.
Random Kindness
No one to greet you at home
No home to hide from the madness
No way to know what will come next
You meet a stranger on the path
You see an angel in disguise, a reflection of a ghost
You find yourself in her house, sipping something sweet
Your Sun
Standing at the door
to your room, you
are oblivious, her gaze.
Standing, looking at you,
thinking of your hair,
feet, the way you love.
Standing still, hoping you
won’t notice the way
she lingers, doubts much.
Standing by the door,
you feel the presence
of your beautiful star.
Standing behind you,
you know she looks at
you with so much love.
Standing there, you pretend
not to notice, to feel
the warmth from your sun.
Desires
A gloved hand, a bracelet, a smile;
Behind those starlit eyes, many desires.
A reality, the ways of hair, a smile;
Behind that skin there are no lies, only desires.
A beauty, grace, charm, a smile;
Behind those bright eyes, longing desires.
Incense
Hidden underneath,
yet glimpses of those
eyes, lips, hair, beauty.
Before me, she stands,
a marble statue forever
etched into my memories.
Thoughts of Catholicism
from childhood days
burn through my heart.
Burning candles, flowers,
the smoke of incense,
her ecstasy on my skin.
A wanting, like a Giovanni
Strazza, as the pew bends,
candles flicker and vision fades.
Joyful Song
Another candle burns down and spills; the electric lights would spoil the mood.
Another flapper dress bounces and someone else does the dancing.
I’m sitting at home, cool as a cat, relaxing in fine haberdashery; I wait only for the cat.
Another cloud bursts like his heart burst when someone shot him a year ago.
Another dead soldier for the cause, though I wonder if it is all worth it.
Another set of thoughts race by as the emotions of widowed bliss set in, consume the atmosphere and keep the cat from venturing over.
Another record set up to spin as I dance with his pillow in our joyful song.
Deceptive Lover
A deceptive lover,
Debonair, rich;
all the qualities
so many want.
An afternoon rendezvous.
Stars in your eyes;
no need to feel the
alarm bells ringing.
At your home,
in the garden;
watching the
twilight becomes night.
As the sun fades,
you notice changes;
no longer the person
you expected, wanted.
As the knife falls,
shock fills you;
so much blood
on your precious flowers.
Dystopian Fading
We felt terror and adrenaline running
through those disintegrated streets.
You were so different from the others;
a person with a set purpose, moving.
I felt the weight of endings lingering,
as the bombs started falling heavy.
Running, hiding, killing, surviving;
that’s what we became for so long.
When it’s all over, you said we’d find
a place to call our own once again.
A place far away from the concrete
and chemicals; from the horrors
of what we and the world had become.
I said, “That would be wonderful”,
as the sound of your voice faded.
C & K 