The sweet
cream
The succulent
dream
Forcing free
those taste buds in me
Beyond the
clouds
The sea, the
mounds,
I awake and
see a crumpled face
A distant
place I can’t erase
Let us be
Let us see
Let us swim
and float and silently scream
So we are
heard not by ears
But by
touch, by a hand
That holds
itself up
Palm upturned,
fingers burned
In anticipation
So fierce,
so true
What’s real
is glue
We stand, we
sing
We hum in
the wind
Bringing and
bringing
Bearing our
children
Like baskets
of fruit
Too it too
woo
The owl
eschews
Little dew
bits of drool
Hungry like
the wolf
Plentiful pack
How does the
moon provide
The waves of
the tide
That silver
pride
To hide
behind
For centuries
women beg at its doorstep
Wanting release
And peace
from the beast
Wandering free
The sand on
their knees
Whisper to
me
Your pain as
you bleed
When will
there be loss
Without too
much a fuss
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Promise me
once
I flee from
the town,
Disappear from
the crowd,
You still
say my name
With that tongue
of gold
And a look
in your eye
Centuries old
Repeated in
you-
In us-
Now new
Promise me
when
I see you
again
The lemon is
sweet
I dread
regret,
Remorse, and
their friends
This can not
be the end
This will
not be the end
Promise me
My love, my
friend
That hours
can pass
Unseen and
unheard
Our whispering
words
Just an echo
At last, so
fast,
This kiss is our last
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I fail to
see
Nothing in
me
A substance
can rise
A strengthening
tide
Take me from
behind
I said, I pled,
I begged
with my eyes
Force me to
see
Force me to
be
I lack the
concrete touch
Of those who
succeed
Wherever I press
My hand to
the nest
(your hand
to my breast)
Makes me
feel less
Of a woman,
A soul,
One with a
hole
Broken and
slashed
Am I empty or full?
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Pressure is
rising
As the clock
faces itself
Questioning-
Do we travel
forwards or are we in fact
Stagnant in
the cold
Forcing ourselves
old
While our
cells go round-
Goldfish on
land
Presented with
facts
Are we
humans or rats
Do we
mention what hides
In our
insides
In our
intestines
We test, we
find
A loveless ride
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Sub-human
I drink
lemon and honey
The sharp
tones, the sweet moans
The steam
and cup
Sitting so
stuck
In the hearth
of home
I rest my
bones
So weary and
old-
My mind can’t
afford
Such disregard
And late
night rises
Shutting
lids
I have
delayed fatigue
Wandering free,
I watch from afar
Rage,
jealousy
Ingrained in
me
The others
they stand,
Beauty in
hand,
From the
West land-
Baggy trousers
and flowers
I crunched
my teeth hard
Without care
For my
friends, for optimism;
I had
nothing to share
Twisting hardness
so it radiates
Blue-
I stare and
stare inwards
I’d rather
be blind than see such ugliness again
The unwillingness
to breathe
And ride the
breeze
Seems to be
An impossibility-
See?
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The mirror:
You see but
you can’t pinpoint
There is
truth
But I lose
sight
A mirage in
the desert
The familiar
grain
Etching and
binding
A coherent
face
The eyebrows
The
collarbones
Which sit horizontally
Unattached
From skin’s
disguise
The small
mouth
Pursed and
sulking
The tilted
head
I play for
my own audience
The mirror:
A necessity,
a luxury
The death of
mystery
