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...
rebirth
  ogre of age
and time cavil
at a warm picture...
the young today
  innocence thaws
at the altar
of ambition...
 

she called from the train to Aswan

she called from the train to Aswan
her gentle voice flew across continents
and balmed my sore nerves
twenty five years of our relationship
and it’s to her i fasten my moorings
i often look at her form sleeping next to me
and the spirit within with a wondrous detachment
and feel blessed by her presence
even her thought is comforting
i think of her in Aswan
that ancient frontier town in South Egypt
aesthetically set on the Nile where dainty sailboats
etch the sky with their heady masts
twenty five years of our relationship
and it’s with her i share my inner callings
i want to write a poem and sing love songs
but words complex words fraught with deep meaning
desert me most beautiful things in life are simple
i think of her in a floating restaurant
savouring mellifluous Nubian music
and the music flowing through amber desert
and granite rocks wafting past emerald islands
covered in palm groves and tropical plants
fills me with memories of her
twenty five years of our relationship
i want to write an ode to her
but am overwhelmed by warm gushing swell
soft tender feelings an end in themselves
refused to be captured in verse howsoever soulful
so i think of her on a cruise vessel
on the mighty Lake Nasser against
the majestic backdrop of Aswan High Dam
and words desert me again
i love you my wife

( 25 November 2005 )