another afternoon party
the eternal romantic
lost in the champagne bubbles
conversation with the usual crowd
a scent lingers as you feel the sun
a door unlocked in your heart
the knowledge of a destiny
Coral cheeks give you away
the ground falls from under your feet
lost in the eyes of your best friend’s cat
Satie Afternoon
marinating in the afternoon sunshine
wine stained kisses
laughter and French words to impress
running your tongue along your teeth
another kiss from the one you love
an afternoon where eternal love blooms
initials etched into the tree of love,
a coin in the lucky fountain,
a lock on the famous bridge
you needed none of those gestures
now that he tied a piece of string around
the finger connected to your heart
Our Love
to wrap me up in your barbed wire arms
blood runs down
my body from the places you pierced
letting go of all
that we shared and loved
I can no longer
hear what it is you once had to say
feelings and the love we once had is
in the dried blood on my skin and my clothes
By the Sea
Palm trees sway
coconuts dance
beads of water
on the glass
soft waves move
towards the sand
a box jellyfish
washes up
on the shore
when we were young
there were so many shells
and the jellyfish were many
when we were young
it was only a nightmare
to see what would come
sadness sets in
shells replaced with rubbish
no box jellyfish, only dead crabs
For her
ringlets on the parchment
sketched in charcoal and lead
a nose, a mouth, those eyes;
then, the face takes shape
intricate and fussy
perfection for my Cheri
the parchment is all her,
a gift for tomorrow,
perhaps it will be today
Broken Breaths
All the words we never said
the many promises we couldn’t keep
All the hate and anguish
the desire for games and control
Now, between your broken breaths
you attempt to put the wrongs right
All the life you had left your shell
you lay in a bed that is not your own lifeless
With “I love you” on your blue lips
Parure
Only whispers from the corner
walking towards the parure
of rubies and diamonds
the whispers become louder
Images of violence and blood
bullet holes and white lace
within an unknown forest
the images become clearer
Someone mentioned royalty
what Russia once was
until the Bolshevik uprising
someone stares at me oddly
Beautiful Ghost
An ethereal
whisper of a welcomed ghost
haunt me in life, death
Kitten
A kitten with a paw
dancing down the old hall
running into a door
A kitten with those eyes
naughty beast in disguise
a claw for my goodbyes
My kitten has so much fun
chasing what I never spun
a shadow in the soft sun
My kitten must go explore
moving red dot near the door
always wanting me some more
The Old Tree
There was nothing bad
it was quiet and simple
death by the old tree
C & K 