08 September 10:05 PM

My appetite torn between the fruits of Heaven & Hell
My allegiance sworn equally to Man & Beast

There’s a Man beside me in the mirror
looking after me & mine, in tune & time with my lament

I’m a fraction of the Woman I dreamt to become
but I’m not silenced yet, unchanging in ways & means

Writing as healing, speculation as fact
accepting erasures, as well, regulate the challenge before us


Placid waters flow from mind to mind electrified
stimulating dormant tissues very much alive –

Arrivals & departures promise of eternal bliss
leaving a dying man feeling as if he’s never truly been kissed
in answer to the marksman’s aim to cleverly digest
like Cupid’s wish to relieve the beast of ageing signs of stress –

Sometimes try to re-imagine life outside the fold
of those who trust that yet ahead we’ll storm the shores of Shangri-La