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...

a night out

a night swinging
from cerebral to sensual
in urban wilderness
where the youth
talked about sexual proclivities
of a then-and-now era
an untainted awakening
of wildflower consciousness
will you come and get me
she said from the foyer

amidst a medley of cheesy-celestial
dances a contradiction
logical in its being
belly and butt movements
and raucous soulless crowd
he felt her tug at his sleeve
be with me he said i may be busy
but please be with me

what kind of bond
do they share
a bud becoming a woman
and he a gardener
of earthly delights
their souls converge
on hypertracks
autobahns of the mind
unlimited access thought freeways
an elevating poetic unison
a tie that harnesses
the individual
and unnamed seekings
creative and compelling
at the edge
without the destructive
of an all consuming

there is a certain tenderness
between their spaces
nebulous and palpable
pristine and pulsating
of calm repose
and tectonic upheavals
a nightly adventure
in a part real world
where conversation
is about verse and voices
of inner loneliness
and sometimes
of completion

do we need a reason to stay
in a constant flux of emotions
that heal and revitalise
nourish the mindsoil
churn the quicksand of desire
she looked at ease
in dainty black
tall and pretty
childlike and intense
sporting cropped locks
and an endearing smile
it’s one long cosy
memory he has

and also that of
the warm all-giving

(20 December 2003)