Sting.

I don’t, in all honesty,

Want you to know …

But it took all of my wind

‘n’ most of my reserves

To get this wonderful-high.

Though I don’t want to confess –

I think you should know that

I’m not sure how long I can stay

On top, calm, collected

Up here where everything

Edges ecstasy’s borders.

There are dark greys,

Overlapping distant lights

Between the there

That was us setting out

And the here that is now.

Experience, like ambition, can sting

Like a silver hornet

If you let it; euthanase all emotion;

Yet I am here again,

For the first time,

Knocking knuckles on the

High-pressure door.

Don’t make me beg …

True Eyes ?

Which one of

All the characters that have

Lived behind this face,

inside this skin

Can honestly say

He saw the

True eyes of the owl?

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When I Ask

When I ask,

And, at some stage

I am sure that I will,

Please don’t tell me

How I feel.

 

The shades of black

That holly leaves go

In full-night

Belladonna moonlight.

 

However I ask,

If I threaten, plead,

Cajole, sulk, make promises,

Please don’t tell me

You understand.

 

The kind of moon –

White-queen faced

And flat –

You get when skies

Are clear and honest-cold.

 

2/9/2012

Sister Across the Water

So perfectly sad:

My sister across the water must

Sleep with a fist for a pillow.

Victim-electric, she may

Have beautiful features:

If you look upon her,

Please do so

Without prejudice,

Without intention,

Be neither intimidated

Nor intimidating

(There can be no honesty there).

Dust from the past is

Still dust,

Still past.

9th July, 2012