Cutter

The fine red lattice evidences slice of flesh

Blood dried and tried to purge the lack of worth

The slash of silver soaking into skin

The black ran in

A symphony of pentatonic chords consumes the mind

Malleable in vulgar frame

A bandage cannot hide the self-disdain

The lines are thin and close together

Not too deep

The emblematic cicatrice a scream

That lingers on the epithelial canvas

No gentle Dante’s Dream this scene

Yet not quite interwoven Braille-led threads

Leave scarcely room to write between the lines

Vermillion signifiers in encoded script

No formal punctuation to her punctured rhyme

Nor reason as the anodyne effect is swiftly lost

Her panic surged and dipped into an urgent visceral need

Behold the cost 

Entering the Purple Room

Deepest velvet soft

Edge of early night sky

Viscously envelopes me

Smouldering with darkness expectation

Warmed into maybe moment

Soothing shapely suggestion of

Subtle tension

Safely caresses the soul of tender relief

Lulled to near dormant mellowing

Murmuring lullaby of Neptune´s undulating pastures

Breathing the steady beat

Languidly lingering upon lithesome

Stretches of the imagination

Carefully encountered taste of delectation

Savoured

Lathed to suit non-threatening space

Where play and expectation balance

Delicately

Upon the fulcrum of friend found

So, lying on a bed of feathered fill

I gently stroke the stillness of

Recumbent mind

Taste delicately spiced the tongue-tied torment

Moon-shined

And star-wished hopeful

Safe space is mine

Unbidden

As silently we breath-burned frozen air

Our pupils blackened to the growing pitch

The osseous enclosure seeking

Tendinous connection

To our crawling flesh

We felt our hackles rising as the sense

Of presence thumped a winding of our guts

The melancholy shaking of our minds

Attempt to clear the fear

of what we could not know

I felt it, did not see what came to pass

His anguish swift enveloping the space

As shivering, I had to leave at once

His wounding place

(Much later, ‘twas the photograph revealed

What none of us had seen, a flowing mist

From nowhere going nowhere yet it flowed

As death he’d kissed).

Dream…

The undulating flex of timbral chambers

in cardiac response to soul’s desire

to be

Sanguine coursing safe contained in vessels stretched

elastic and returning to ensure

no secret spillage

of precious elixir

Always have a dream...

Solar Flare

Abandoned

To the beat of broken senses

Minor leanings in musical moments

Draw the soul to melancholy meandering

The taste still sweetly tart on tongue

Of fresh-picked passion fruit

Its purple yielding amber succulence and pipped promise

Warm rub of sun across pinked parts

Tanninised response as freckles feisty frolic

Cerulean sky reflects a deeper sense

Of wonder as the butterfly

   With five-inch spread of wing

Advances its staccato flight

Its shadow dancing deeply over tendered shoulder

Prickle of salinated skin

Silvered as glowing

In elemental mix

Mercurial response to solar play

The gold of hirsute whisper

Across brachial space

The ululation of Hispanic song

Rings gently from the bright white walls of sun-trapped fire