Lovers Beware

Lovers Beware

because we know very well that when we embark in the mist, by noon the sun beats down

Lover Lost

I found out something about
my ways today

I don't, after all, dwell in largesse

And I keep my heart small

It's also more froth
than I previously thought

Evaporating not long after it's poured

So broken
is not really what you did to me

The needle's eye of it kept me safe somewhat

In that I allow just the one to pass through that passageway

because

This flimsy crocheted corsage
that so femininely represents
my heart

Turns tiger eye, tiger roar
when the elements combine

If you were that you'd know

love is not lust . love is not limerence

Lovers Beware

'you probably think this photo is for you'

20-06

Now creep in my
longed thing

be by me

Like days decamping
from the summer evenings of amputated hours
that went for slaughter for use

as food, clothingshelter
If bones could be utilised
even bones_

So nothing was wasted

loved. thing

So nothing escaped our carnival

When the year turned,
and all was packed away then:

the striped tarpaulin
and sturdy plastic seats,
and those rickety;

sometime juggle rings, balloons,
and a decade-old candy floss
machine

These things, love

That said the stuff so sweetly
and we laughed
_

All was light
The nights too, the nights

So skulking away now

Eschewed by the bold face of a winter army

high on escarpment
Lined up like Alexander

Who says to the little ones. us two
asleep together in naivete

“Fight

For all you’re worth and all
you like
to the death in the other

Hold your heads of hair, your brows,
wetted together

Hold together
two heads’ brilliance

You will save each other

or fall
when I come at dawn”

you are my poem . I am your song

Lovers Beware

salt stings while it heals

How you pain me

when you yearn for the multifarious
forms of women
more than
you find my simple form pleasing

How you crack my ribs
in lunging at my heart
when my gentle motions
towards you in grace are met
with indifference

How you do not see - will not hear
the thump from how you
floor me when
- I am not enough

Not because I’m not -
But because you are a glutton
who hasn’t learnt the value to himself
of discretion
of denial
of taking the narrow and less travelled road

I have hair that trails the path there … I have skin lit from within …
I am Eve before I needed leaves … I am the ocean your heart
longs to swim in

I speak a certain language . if you understand it, speak back