Stilletto slips silently
Finds its destination
Its work done.
Undone

Come take a walk with me and satisfy an old woman’s dignity
by assuring her there are gentlemen still.
Take my hand and let me lean upon you as we move our bones
down Butterfly road.

Look

A dragonfly is lazily circling the pond, see how he catches the sun?
Like a stained glass window at sunset,
casting colours into the dim nave; lighting the unscrupulous knave
and his hyperbole

Listen

Silence can be heard young man, but first you must still your blood
Amplify the silence, deafen your passion
In return you’ll demystify the sirens lullabies and nullify lies
Whispered in sensual bedevilment.

Taste

Drink in this scene young man, the lazy end to summer
soon she’ll be chased and embraced by Autumn’s leaves
Raked away into a crisp pile
allowing regeneration to begin.

Feel

Young man, soon my walk with you will end
but you’ll carry on, up and around the bend
until you feel the chill air
and need to be somewhere warm.

Smell

Nothing evokes feelings like those known to the senses
The feel of your love as you hold them,
the sound of their heartbeat rushing in your ears
the heavy scent of *******.
The look of sated happiness in their eyes
and the taste of salty tears as they cry.

Yes, young man all things end.
This talk. This walk.
This summer. The butterfly.
*Termini

Red* Lips
Red Kiss
Red Heat
Red Fire
Red Love
Red Hate
Red Mist
Red Blood
Red Rage
         ~
RedRum
********

When did I become a notch?
When did I become a number?
When did I not matter?
When did I become the joke?
When did I deserve that blow?
When did I stop crying?
When did I lose faith in you?
When did I disappear?

Unstable, used, she picks up the bill
and walks out.
Looks to the heavens
no miracle tonight.
At least she looks good,
no clown eyes.
No, running mascara
Just a woman emerging
She, snorts at her inner monologue
'Emerging' ha, in more ways than one.
The palatial house, gone,
the unfaithful spouse, gone,
the demon on her back, gone.
Her mother named her well
Sable 'heraldic word for black'
The darkest colour
Jet black, ebony.
Bonnily she steps out, ironically
clad in a Sable
she drops the coat to the floor
wearing nothing at all.
No need to conceal anything
she does as the flashing lights tell her
(Blue lights)
gets down on the floor

Kiss me deeply
Feel me sigh
Touch me softly
Caress my face
Trace my lips
With yours?

Would you kindly.....
Need me again
Dance in the rain
Hold me close
Whisper soft words
Heal my wounds?

Would you kindly.....
Stay with me
Until we are no more
Never forget me
Always trust me
Always love me?

I
am
not
here.
Blank
spaces.
Ruinous
remnants.
**Completes
desolation.

Words,old souls needing to be released.
To be read.

Re absorption of Summer into Autumn.
Time to reflect on the hot sunny days
now turning to a crisp cold gold.
Last of colour before a blanket
of white.

Stamp your foot in the dust of time,
all that remains is a print, a memory.
Some of us stamp harder, the imprint is clearer.
Their names remembered, their deeds become history.
Their print is set, stuck in time.

Those that softly tread leave a fonder copy in the dust,
but like all faint threads they fade from memory.
Tender footprints imprint on the heart,
their tread copying the rhythm of the owners heart.
Their print is set, stuck in time, forever entwined.

There is not a poem within me to share today.

THE
HAT
ATE
THE
TEA
THAT
HATE
HEATE(D)*

The
Hat
Hated
Eating
That
Tea
But
The
Mad
Hatter
Insisted

I knew you’d be there without confirmation
I felt the tingle
I felt the sensation
I smelt your aftershave and
Without hesitation I condemned myself to damnation

I watched you stride down the nave
Watching you was a violation
A violation of my promise
To be faithful, honest and true
But, I can’t keep my pledge,not with you.

I quietly follow
Beyond the curtain I go
I sit and breathe deeply
You, Wood, and incense fill my heart
“Bless me Father for I have sinned. I'm in love with you”

We dined in quietude
knowing that the meal
was our last repast.
Together, we'd had fun
now the game changed,
your wife was pregnant
with a son.
I ordered more wine
I didn't whine that
you chose her over me.
Bawling and weeping
Is not my style.
Should have known
from the beginning
you were a lying swine,
three months before I knew,
that you weren't mine,
married, you'd confessed.
In the process of divorce
you'd said.
Believed you, I did.
Affairs like prayers sometimes
go unanswered.
You and I this supper time
will not end the night
ascending the stair for our affair.

Bitter is the taste of regret.
I know, regret is tattooed on my heart.
Like a bayonet every time I catch a thought of you.
My breath catches, my face freezes, my mind decays
back to our days, when,
I held a flaming torch, you held a match!
I look back, you probably don't remember the girl that made you
her world.
Felt possessed just at knowing you.
Hated the fact that she was too much of a coward to let you know,
that friendship was not enough.
You were put in a box, lid on tight, but you crawl to me
every night.

I dread looking at what you are now,
I bet your silhouette is the same, but your contents have changed.
Am I in a box of your regrets?
It's ok I know the answer.
I just torture myself as it's better to feel pain than nothing at all.
Is she as funny as me?
Is she as happy as I once was?
I bet you have kids. I don't. I won't.
I'd like to reset my regret, but life won't let me.
Bitter is the taste, bitterness grinds at my epithet.
I lay my head down in dread knowing that I fled.
A wretch full of regret.
But, before you open my box of regrets tonight, remember,
*Always kiss me goodnight.