Due

I'm due to fall in love again -
My senses tell me thus;
My mind is not my own again
My soul is full of fuss
Between my sheets I turn and twist,
In dreams my torment keeps
I cannot stand for consciousness
I do not want to sleep
My limbs are fire; thoughts run trill
My heart is sober, still,
Until -
My eyes start misting at his name...

I'm due to fall in love again.

The Visitor

His prescence
Heavy in air like incense
With the oppressive silence of cathedrals
He moves

With scratching skin
Fierce fingertips forage
My skin; 'like glass', says he
And signing his name across my breast
Raises the digit to trace my mouth
Lips, lychee ripe and cupid curved,
Press full against his hot hands

And hot hands hard on my cheek
My head is turned
His breath
Electric
On my neck

I pull away to see his face -
Then
Lips bruising mine

He feeds

The Man I Can Charleston With...

There is a man - I'll tell you about him:

He's fairly tall, has great panache,
Slicked black hair, pencil moustache,
Neat and dapper, handsome, smart,
A gentleman after my own heart!

A side parting, yes - and moving on,
A smile that outshines the sun.
Brown eyes has he, with visions deep
And soft lips that are mine to keep.

My man wear boaters, blazers, ties
Wears Oxford Bags (he's so fashion-wise)
The occasional monacle for his weak left eye
And a pocket watch to keep track of time

And do you know - it's such a shame!
I have to play this lonely game,
But there's nobody I can blame
For my lack of gents to claim
To fit the description of my beau -I guess that I'll just never know
The man I can Charleston with.

'The Dance'

We have danced before, you and I
In days when there were Castles In the Air
We have danced: I remember it by your eyes,and by the way you part your hair.

These derelict days sometimes summon
A conjuring of my soul
At some musty relic – and I recollect
As if of it, I already knew
And I am captivated by that sweet sudden sense of déjà-vu.

Of that past life, some things remain;
The music has changedbut
The steps are the same.