Appropriately

Alone

Again,

Appropriately

In the sweet darkness

And star-blessed silences

That are so gently governed

By Nyx Kaosdottir

I am at last

Free to cry.

Not all weeping

Is sad.

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Daughter Mine.

Maybe –

She realised it so suddenly,

It actually caused physical pain –

She’d spent too damned-long

With her sleepless head

Inside a dark box of quiet,

Chocolate-bitter thunder

That echoed and repeated,

Stitching restless days together.

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A Cosmos Apart

Distant strangers, a cosmos apart,

We crazily crashed, fell and coupled like

Old earth’s young gods last night.

No need for secrets, false modesty or masks.

No need for mercy: asked or given.

We felt the colours released in

The depths of our innocent souls;

Tasted sweet explorations with

Glorious, long pent-up trust and abandon.

Carried each other on and on, then further,

Testing ourselves to the glamour’s-honey limits;

Pushing and pulling one another to stand,

Quivering at the edge of the rainbow abyss.

Then, with complete faith, held

Each other, body and eyes, trembling

Before the please-don’t-stop releases came,

And we slid -eternally joined – down the

Liquid-malachite-pleasure slopes of the

Paradise-peacock’s splendid eye-to-eye tail;

Between the stars and the furious silences:

The endorphin-loaded passages that stretch themselves

Across the boundaries between

Adrenaline and exhaustion,

Need and satisfaction.

14/8/2013