From deep within
her fire resides a
superheated love
ready to erupt
He sets the once
dormant volcano
into overdrive as
the pyroclastic
love suffocates
him again
and again
Fire from Within
Tag: love
Short Story: Love on Escrow
As Matthew walks through the automated doors, a musical voice says, “Welcome, Matthew. We understand your appointment involves the storage of love. Please be seated in the red area.”
Unsure how to react, a smile and a slight nod are all he can muster.
The room has three areas. Green is for intelligence accumulation, blue is for family memory storage, and red is for the storage of love. Each coloured area has a certain number of seats with touchscreens and headsets, depending on what services the client requires.
Matthew takes in the room, notices the green and blue areas are quiet today and makes his way to the red section. A cyborg arranges unusual metal shapes in a line, looks up, scans him, and says, “Hello, Matthew. Please go to seat number 4.”
Uneasy, Matthew looks slightly to the right side and asks, “What do I do?”
Without moving, the cyborg says, “Sit down, put the headset on, select the number of years of love you wish to hold on escrow, and the headset will do all the work for you. You may feel a little lightheaded afterwards; however, most symptoms pass in a few hours.”
Unease intensifies, and an odd gut feeling threatens to take him from this place. However, there is no time to waste.
Disorientated, he finds himself sitting down. Those who wear headsets do not move. It is as if they are between life and death. The uneasy feeling has gone, and there is no longer a gut reaction. Doubt creeps in, then fades.
The neon red screen presents Matthew with several options. He can hold between one and fifteen years of love. He chooses ten years, places the headset on, and presses start.
Thoughts from when he was much younger come to him. He is no longer afraid, for he feels love. Then his first love and their first kiss play behind his eyes like a movie. The memories of love keep moving through his mind. Suddenly the memories stop moving, the word ‘finished’ appears in red on the screen, and he removes the headset.
Matthew has not felt this hollow in some time. It is as though he is missing a part, yet nothing replaced what is missing. Perhaps it is just as his boss explained when he said Matthew should do this to further his career. After all, love has no place in finance.
The Cold Sea
I feel the winds of the cold sea.
They blow through me, and I feel free.
I feel the waves crash over me.
They move me down, and I can’t see.
I feel the love you have for me.
Your love changed me, so I am free.
I feel the life you lived with me.
Your love lives on just like the sea.
Haiku: Lose
Nothing left to lose,
except for memories of
love and Petrichor.
Haiku: Quarantine
Our hearts are locked in
quarantine as we learn to
live without our love.
Haiku: Win
Never the loser,
you play to win every time;
you lost your love’s heart.
The Fading Daylight
Sun intensifying,
a banana chair in view,
work time almost finished,
the day slowly turns into night.
You whisper, “Here you go, my dear…“.
I look back and say, “Thank you, my love, for the beer…“.
We sit in the concreted shade
until the last of the daylight fades.
In Tandem
Walk with me,
walk by my side without judgement,
walk on the outside like Dad used to do.
Walk without the anger you always feel,
walk without scolding me in public;
I’m not perfect, and neither are you.
Walk-in tandem with me,
yet you never do.
We exist alongside each other,
unable to forget all the water
flowing under the bridge.
Pale Innocence
Rosy red lips,
supple sweet hips.
A mind like a whip
giving you the lip.
Pride and Prejudice vibes,
taking all of those jibes.
Pale innocence is a lure,
a desire for what is pure.
Mazarine eyes of light,
dancing into the night.
A chance to ask her for more,
relieved you don’t see the door.
The sea calls you both away,
to say what you want to say.
Starlight Eyes
Under the neon street lights,
two Divas walk hand in hand.
Dirty strip clubs line the walls;
kinky bubonic plagued havens.
A different set of musical vibrations cause
their three-inch heeled steps to skip, move.
Under a different set of neon lights, the two
girls step up and shake free those sequins.
Dancing to remember their struggle, dancing
to forget the bad times, they let everything go.
In their classy haven from hate,
the two Divas moved in unison.
Under the neon lights, they fade
away; lovers with starlight eyes.
C & K 