Anticipation

Take away my sunrise,
Steeped in golden hues
Shining, smiling fresh
My dreamy languid dawns
Vulcan's teardrops
Into your graceful arms.

Take away my noons
Steeped in blazing tones
Raging burning ochers
Martian spirit
Into your restless soul.

Take away my sunsets
Steeped in russet silks
Sighing painful eves
Sad purple dusks
Dripping Venus
Into your passionate bosom.

Leave alone my midnights
For him to whisper tales
Of passion and painful woes
Into my hungry ears
And dewdrops shed by moonbeams new
Shall sing melodies of our love.


Written in anticipation of the tales (literal ones...stories of Sukumar) that a friend promised to read me every night.

Poison Ivy

What is this madness that grips me? Spreading through my veins like a slow acting poison. It courses through me, like icy blood, leaving me dizzy and breathless. It churns my heart, ails my mind. Death and darkness, it hearlds; and my vision goes hazy. Ah...this must be the sacred evil people call Love.

The Original Sin

Can you see the lightning
Tear the garment of the night
Rip apart, the seams of the sky
Crackle at the damsel’s tumultuous plight?

Can you feel the storm that rages,
Raked up to prevent a nimble flight
Dusty fears cross my heart-
Violation of modesty or display of might?

The rape is done, silence reigns
Resigned now she does not fight
The rain of tears become her well
And remains of a disheveled sight.

Written 10^th April 07, 3 am

I Found Him Again

Have you ever met someone like him...familiar yet elusive...like a whisp of smoke...like the clouds you walk through...like a melody, half-forgotten yet haunting...like the spray of mist...like the teasing spring zephyr...like the lost lyrics of a lilting strain...like the splashing waves...like the first ray of a russet sunrise...the last glow of a gloden dusk? I try to hold on, hang on for life dear...but he slips through my fingers like grains of sand. The harder i clutch....well, you know. I lost him once and now i have found him again...but he hasn't changed. I have. I have stopped believing in the eternal...the forever....Or have I? Does the heart not cherish secret, forbidden desires? Ones, that may not be uttered aloud, not even to him...but nurtured in the velvety darkness of the night. I hold them out, like a treasured jewel, admire the sparkle against the star-spangled sky and put them away again with a sigh.

I just read my own post...reminds me of a poem i used to love...
FATE
by Susan Marr Spalding

TWO shall be born the whole wide world apart;
And speak in different tongues, and have no thought
Each of the other’s being, and no heed;
And these o’er unknown seas to unknown lands
Shall cross, escaping wreck, defying death,
And all unconsciously shape every act
And bend each wandering step to this one end,—
That, one day, out of darkness, they shall meet
And read life’s meaning in each other’s eyes.
And two shall walk some narrow way of life
So nearly side by side, that should one turn
Ever so little space to left or right
They needs must stand acknowledged face to face.
And yet, with wistful eyes that never meet,
With groping hands that never clasp, and lips
Calling in vain to ears that never hear,
They seek each other all their weary days
And die unsatisfied—and this is Fate!

A moment of truth

You and I, face to face
In a moment of transparence.
The stark, naked Truth
Dancing its wild, primal dance
As the bright stars illuminate
This revealing - momentary séance.