Friday, January 10, 2014

Perverse Pleasure

A Style Of Loving

Light now restricts itself
To the top half of trees; 
The angled sun
Slants honey-coloured rays
That lessen to the ground
As we bike through
The corridor of Palm Drive
We two

Have reached a safety the years
Can claim to have created:
Unconsumated, therefore
Unjaded, unsated.
Picnic, movie, ice-cream; 
Talk; to clear my head
Hot buttered rum - coffee for you; 
And so not to bed

And so we have set the question
Aside, gently.
Were we to become lovers
Where would our best friends be? 
You do not wish, nor I
To risk again
This savoured light for noon's
High joy or pain. 

Friday, January 3, 2014

Leave soon and never return!

As distance and the days grow longer
As you move further away
As fewer traces linger and memories blur and pale
Your words are now mere references, your promises never true
Your touch is now imagined, as were your feelings too!
Your voice indistinct, and the recall vague...
I am happy that at last you ARE fading away...