Heartthere's a crayon-heartmelting on the bedroom wallthose oily pinkish streamslike watered blood, fallingto the carpet; they are absorbedand disappear until that heartis unrecognisable like our love.
Stream of ConsciousnessSo it's dark here [so horribly dark]and the room is lit only by this cold screen.It's not my room [it smells different]the things here don't belong to me.My hand is cold as I scroll, trying to findsomething to quiet my mind. There was a time I'd welcome this solace.But I'm alone and I shouldn't be. [not any more]I should be rocking you to sleep, rocking us to sleep.And he should be beside us, smiling.
When You Are BigWhen you are bigand I seem smalland you tower over meas I shrivel with age:I will still smilein memory of youcurled in my arms.
SnowIt is snowing.The streets are velvet-whitethe trees dusted as if with icing-sugar.A woman: young, smilingchattering to a baby in a buggywrapped warm against the frost.He smiles at the snow, awestruck.Virgin eyes devour the scene before himas they plough along the pavement.And they fade, you and I.An empty, frozen space where we should be.You won't meet the snow, this year.
Chance MeetingA momentary recognition, your eyes flick [up and down me, seeing the flesh beneath] toward me and shudder to a halt on the ground.Trying hard not to see me, not to remember [writhing, sweating, grinding, pounding] what we did, what we had, what we were.Your face is blank, your chest rises and falls [lustfully, shaking breath shows desire] as you try to stay calm, stay unnoticed.Stare straight ahead, statue-like, motionless [as we slide together in ecstacy in your mind] desperate to move on, to avoid my gaze.I can see the scar on your shoulder, I remember [I kissed it, raking fingernails down you] you wouldn't tell me what it was from.You glance coyly toward me, a half-smile [you still feel it; I see you swallow dryly] as you move away, you don't look back.
she isHer lips, moist against mine, were like honey dripping with the muskysweet scent of the petal.Dewdropped, they brushed my cheek the softest of feathers.Parting slowly like a shell to reveal rows of pearls shielding a sweet strawberry-tongue; delicateshe moved its tip to me, tasting me.She is love; she is every woman I have ever had; She is power, she holds me completelywith a dominance I could not deny her, she is woman.Her possession is a blessing.