An Ode to Poetry

Your presence fills me with purpose;
Your mere touch the strongest embrace,
As you trapeze between the ages,
Vanishing and reappearing, ageless;
Each time more beautiful than before,
Fertilizing my thoughts in your bosom,
Knitting my words with your restless arms.
Formless beauty I cannot fathom,
Except when you are within,
My reins between your thighs;
A wandering oasis feeding those who desire, imagine,
Making the mundane beautiful with your breath,
Your beat driving out the stillness within,
Stirring up passions and emotions
In an otherwise placid world,
Creating currents of rhythm and longing
From a stagnant suffocation,
Teasing, tantalising, making me speak your words,
Filling me with belonging; and then
Leaving me with your fragrance,
Controlling me, making me long for more.
My mistress in a world unlike we know,
Visiting me only when I’m alone as you,
Turning me inside out, emptying the darkness,
Without judgement, without ridicule,
Filling me with pure, passionate desire;
Slow-dancing with me, Bringing time to a standstill,
My muse, my music, my Poetry...

The Room

We sat there in silence
Palms on our chins, elbows on the table
With no tablecloth, vase or flowers,
Surrounded by bare, cracked walls
With spider webs and stains from a careless past;
No paintings to hang, no bookshelves to stack;
Mere bruised egos lying amidst broken glass;
Empty picture-frames that were long since trashed;
Curtain-less windows and latch-less doors,
For there was nothing there to see or hide.
We had locked our selves in our mind's vault -
The only place we knew as ours,
As the world stared in to the empty room, 
Curiously gaping at the pointlessness of it all.

Then as our eyes met, and our arms followed,
We spoke in kisses, your hand clasped in mine.
We unleashed our thoughts, fearfully at first,
Watching them intertwine and colour up the room.

We got up to walk, taking careful steps,

Clearing out the pieces, mopping up the dust,
Painting the walls with promises and plans;
Hanging pictures of our conversation.
There was music too, as I held you close
And we whispered, lest they should hear -
"Let's get some latches now
And bring along some curtains too,
For this is us now and ours to protect;
This room is not theirs to share".

Two Eagles

Two Eagles soar across the sky

Amidst rainclouds, thunder and wind.

They circle through the stormy gale,

Drawn to each other in flight;

Bound together by a cosmic plan

Journeying for love and hope.

Then Time rings the bell,

The weather gets rough,

And each must go their way.

So they sail fearlessly one last time;

They dance without care as time tolls by,

Holding each other tight, till they must let go;

Sighing in peace, finding themselves again;
Waiting for the stars to be right again;

Holding on to memories, they leave an empty sky,

Their souls richer for having loved again...