the last sin
  pale ashen sky
a bleary eye
clouds of recurring screams...
i am a zoo
  an octopus leviathan
tentacles into an ocean
of unformed emotions...
syphilis and love  
  syphilitic pall
stifles the clear blue
i contort...
shell and pearl
  amidst highs and lows
in life's ocean flows
a shell peony-mouthed...
i am an unmarried mother
  fed on stings
of barbed milk morality
my child-plankton...
the lovers
  cell upon cell
bridge of their union
hung on the pillars...
  ogre of age
and time cavil
at a warm picture...
the young today
  innocence thaws
at the altar
of ambition...


she writhes on the ornate floor
with mock sensuality
her sculpted body
feigning longing and love
rough raw charged compelling
almost guttural
he wonders if this is his
poetry’s doing?
her allure is electric
his innocence beguiling
she falls in love with him
a pauper musician
a penniless poet
a virginal harlot daring
to love a cardinal sin
in the bohemian age
and they walk on air
with a serenading moon
and exploding stars
a big shindig
theatrical and tender
tardy and mesmerising
kitschy by design
soulful in spirit
patchy and whole
pizzazz over substance
passion over pragmatism

and then the eternal paradox:
pale luminous angelically sexual
hard as a diehard courtesan
and delicate as an eggshell
strong and defenceless
feline and naive
devious and a dreamer
a forever woman
she’s withering away
from excesses
of body and soul

the Orphean myth
of ideal love
in the underworld coming alive
in this quest you will be destroyed
or sink into the glitzy quagmire
to grow from the experience

meanwhile the strings of the heart
play their own lonely overarching

"the greatest thing you'll ever learn
is just to love
and be loved in return"

( 12 April 2003 )