Forgot to give it a title

And yet how ephemeral the pictures are,
Peopled with myriads whom my mind portrays
Searching through ruined citadels,
Departed souls with familiar gaze.
Your thoughts like old nightmares frighten me,
You roar like the sea; inside my cursed heart.
Time has hid all the locks
And thrown away the keys for mirth.
Floating round like the wind impalpable,
Dark and enticing is your distraction.
And you like Chaos shall open the latch,
Of the time-worn casket.
I will no longer be numb,
In your all-encompassing satisfaction.

LOVE/HATE

Love…. Have I ever been in love, you might say that . Horrible isn’t it in what way? It makes you so vulnerable it opens your chest and opens your heart & it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all this defenses and build up this armour for years so that no one can hurt you, then one stupid person no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life. You give them a piece of you. They don’t ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you or smile at you then your life isn’t yours anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out & leaves you crying in the darkness. So sometimes a simple phrase like “maybe we should just be friends” or “how very perceptive” turns into a glass splinter working its way inside your heart . How picturesque! . It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind . It’s a soul-hurt , a body-hurt a real- gets-inside you-and-rips-you-apart-pain. Nothing should be able to do that . Especially love. I hate love.

Long gone

Supper was over
And he was in the bedroom
As we lay shoeless atop the covers
I lay beside him in the crook
Between his strong arm and chest
And it was bliss
How his eyes told stories
Stories of a man’s avarice
His zealousness; his unbounded vitality
And staggering arrogance
And how he told those stories
In his unbounded captivating style
Still emotionally amongst the rawest of raw
Who at nineteen already
Had to shave his black stubble twice a day
In order to not to look like a hardened criminal
And I remembered the stories
Of the carnivore descendants of the giant apes
Who once inhabited the ancient forests
And then left the trees
Where all day long
They nibbled on leaves
They now came down to work
In faraway streets
And he said to me
“Come with me
We have long dark miles to tread
Before dawn comes along.”