winter valentine

on cold nights
as in darkness they lay
before sleep arrives
snuggled together, they play

he teases her
for wanting the bed covers neat
as she jokes about the coldness
of his too-big feet

she cracks on his boxer shorts
with their pattern of gray plaid
he wonders how such a tiny thing
could let loose farts that smell so bad

each night soft giggles mingle
with her sleepy sighs
& sometimes he makes her laugh
til tears stream from her eyes

wind howling outside
sleet slapping the window pane
she curls against her lover
before she boards the night train

in the winter sky outdoors
a full moon shines high above
indoors, in bed, they cuddle
secure in each other’s love

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putting up the Christmas tree

it’s just a small fibre-optic
Christmas tree
the first big present
he ever gave to me
a tree that he’d bought
for his mother
giving it to me
meant he saw me like no other

a tiny tree
with twinkling lights
it warms my soul
on cold winter nights
a gift from a man I think
was sent from heaven above
a special present that proves
I’m worthy of love

never has he come to me
with empty heart or hands
he’s always there to lead me out
when I’m trapped in the dark lands
gifts & love unbidden
he brings when I am sad
the only constant in my life
this stalwart Scottish lad

so I assemble my little tree
this gift you gave to me with love
& as I do I thank
whatever God exists above
for the blessings in my life
for all the good you do
most of all I thank the Lord
for yet another Christmas with you

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healing

she’s haunted
by events from her past
events & memories she wishes
did not last

but by this he is not bothered
for him her past holds no fright
he’s the shoulder she can lean on
the arms that enfold her every night

she’s been wounded
by words said, by deeds done
& he’s strong enough to face this,
though he’s the only one

the man who’s always there,
whose jokes bring a smile
the hand to hold that banishes
the darkness for a while

she’s damaged
but that doesn’t frighten him
each secret that he learns
only serves to enlighten him

aids him in dealing with her
on those days when she’s depressed
a blessing that means
her emotions don’t need to be supressed

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another Christmas with you

your presents are all wrapped
the flat is spankin’ clean
decorated with tinsel
of sparkly red ‘n green
I’m so excited I dunno what to do
at the thought of another Christmas with you

the fridge ‘n freezer is full
with all your favorite food
Christmas Eve I’ll make some eggnog
to get us both in the Christmas mood
I’m so excited I dunno what to do
at the thought of another Christmas with you

sometimes I can’t help but feel
you’re a man I’m undeserving of
‘specially when you make that face
as I try to declare my love
an’ you blush whenever I tell you
you’re my miracle from above
but in the end it matters not
cause to my heart you hold the key
you know you’re all that matters to me

got my nails manicured
my hair is newly done
hopin’ that to you I’ll be
a vision that will stun
I’m so excited I dunno what to do
I get to spend another Christmas with you

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awake & asleep

each other’s quirks
& flaws
they do not mind
by mutual likes
& honest love
they are now entwined

both of them are pleased
that they laugh
instead of fight
they’re old enough
to realize
that compromising’s always right

& they both
have their secrets
both own an angst-filled past
yet they manage
to share everything
this makes them strong enough to last

falling asleep opens the door
he waits for the moment
she starts to snore
nightly he crosses
the sacred breach
desperate for the heart he can no longer reach

asleep, she lives again
in the house
on Milverton Road
where her dreams
as well as her love
was a painful load

dreaming,
she’s forced to fight
for the right to simply be
asleep, she begs again
for her right
to be free

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awake & asleep

certainties

it’s a given
that sometime during sleep
nightmarish visions
into her psyche will creep
mindlessly she’ll weep
            she’ll beg
fighting against
the cramp in her leg
but she knows
he’ll stroke her arm
pat her bended knee
she knows his touch will end
the demons’ psychotic spree

it’s a given
that between 3 and 4
when REM sleep kicks in
he will start to snore
unconsciously he mutters
            groans ‘n stutters
awakening suddenly
destination loo
and he knows
once he’s returned
to the now-straightened bed
she’ll wrap herself around him
and plant a kiss on the back of his head

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in the arms of darkness

there’s a darkness in her mind
a darkness in her soul
then there’s that friendly darkness
that makes her heart feel whole

when he turns off the beside lamp
wrappin’ her in darkness black
climbs in bed beside her
an’ curls against her back

in darkness warm he holds her
her hand rests on his thigh
she dreams in the arms of darkness
his gentle snores her lullaby

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in arms of darkness

when he leaves

every time he leaves
she struggles to understand
why the rooms in her tiny flat
seem to elongate and expand

all sunshine seems
to abandon the place
in protest at the absence
of his kind and gentle face

every time he leaves
she has a cigarette
replays their weekend memories
joy she’ll not forget

his departure leaves a void
that at first throws her off track
but she soon gets over it
secure in the knowledge he’ll be back

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when he leaves

the love of her life

the love of her life
carried her books
chased her, laughing
along the banks of shallow brooks
gave her the best of
the cereal box toys
an’ let her into the fort
he’d built with the boys

the love of her life
held her hand in the hall
wrote their names in a heart
on his locker wall
defended her when other girls
sought to pick a fight
an’ called her after dinner
every night

the love of her life
proposed at the top of a Ferris wheel
the tiny car rocked
with her delighted squeal
both sets of parents
did approve
an’ soon they settled
into a marital groove

the love of her life
gave her many happy years
children, a home,
smiles, support, tears
his death seemed an
impossibility
but now she is alone
which she does not want to be

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the love of her life

Aphrodite’s child

at the tender age of ten
come the attentions of the men
merry monkeys who endeavoured to appear innocent
as they praised her parents for producing
“such a beautiful child!”
& her parents – wishing not to appear too proud
responded with “she pretty, but she wild!”

bony bare-legged black boys
made her gifts of their most-prized toys
& watery-eyed white boys wistfully wished
for a way to get her alone
(they wanted no witnesses when they asked to walk her home)
moody & mesmerizing
teasing & tantalizing
fully aware that she’s everybody’s baby
neither affirmative nor negative, always a murmured “maybe”

the boy next door is on the precipice of manhood
know-it-all 19 to her tentative 13
& goddess status is no guarantee
against infallibility
fooled by flowers & flattery she falls from the pedestal
eager to believe this is love
(unable to perceive it’s merely lust)
too soon she is forlorn & forgotten
her “love” reduced to ashes & dust

the powerful patriarch plays with thoughts of slaughter
of the upstart who dared to seduce his daughter
quietly the queen mother dissuades him
using her womanly wiles to persuade him
to hunt for an Hephaestus for their errant Aphrodite:
“lest this attention make her vainglorious,
before she develops appetites notorious!
already she’s caroused in the conjugal bed –
to save her face (& ours) she must be wed!”

the peeved papa searches for a suitor well-bred & well-read,
one who’ll welcome such a treasure to his lonely bachelor’s bed
still grieving, before she can find her voice
the goddess is girded to a man not of her choice
a slovenly adoring ass, incapable of original thought
like Judas, her father sold –
like a slave, she is bought

despite her outrage at her father’s wrong
her sense of filial duty remains strong
she decides to make a go of this life
& at first she is a wonderful wife
she cooks/she cleans/she hides her gloom
a lady in company, a whore in their bedroom
of course he’s happy with his lot
but she’s not – she needs another
& so determines to take a lover

in a greasy garage with oil on the floor
she stumbles on the key to desire’s door
fully equipped with all the arrogance of youth
he’s self-important & uncouth
yet free from all taint of sin, & – blessed bonus! –
a veritable virgin
her stars are lucky (or the gods are kind)
so without examining sub or conscious mind
eyes shining, lips swollen & wet,
she decisively draws him into her net

& he is willing, & he adores her
in abject abasement he grovels before her
in his eyes a kind of madness burns
but before she knows it, the tables have turned
now she’s hypnotized/mesmerized
a body enslaved & paralyzed
a heart beating hard with love & trust
a woman laid low on the alter of lust

her adoration makes her crazy
the constant worship makes him lazy
but he’s there:
to her & for her,
a ballsy sibyl that can do no wrong
seducing her & swamping her
with love’s sensual song

she is swept away from her stupid spouse
from father & family &
the hated husband’s house
o infidel! o infamy!
poisoned by passion & pride
convinced of invincibility
as long as he’s at her side
the world is theirs, for so she arranges
then Chance erupts, & everything changes

into their interlude falls cold white snow
& he dances with a demon
in a place she dare not go
he dances while she dreams & schemes
of a way to win him back,
but the demon brings a Darkness
that forebodes a future black

thunder & lightning, all that is frightening
is passed through the end of a phone
snow surrounds, then topples
Eros from his throne
the sea rages & swells
the sacred shell doth shatter
Death rescinds love
now her life does not matter

lamenting & lost
in a tempest she is tossed
& she drinks as she cries
she screams/she shrieks/she sighs
in vain she tries to understand
why the gods have withdrawn their hands
the Muses warn she must repent
before the Parent Gods relent

doomed by love
damned by her loss
she flees Olympus
the last line is crossed
so she wanders with whispering voices in her head
capering cacophonous demi-gods
on her journey to the Dead

bleeding/bruised/broken
she wanders without will
seeking potions sweet & noxious
to render heart & body still
a tightly entwined rope
around her slender saddened neck
surely somewhere, something or someone
can put this grief in check

in her woe she is wanton
open to forces beyond her ken
so she roams, restless & reckless
lying with many men
some are nice (& some are not)
most are total shits
something better soon must beckon
so one day she simply quits

she runs/she hides
she makes a brand new home
& her eyes reveal acceptance
of a life that’s lived alone
she buries herself with Art & books
her new life is quiet & pure
to strangers passing on the street
she appears serene & sure
& other lonely souls believe she’s found a magic cure

eyes downcast or hidden
she lives this way for many years
a helpful & happy exterior
swimming in solitary tears
& she dare not admit (especially to herself)
that life & love are passing
while she dwells on this dusty shelf
then one day the gods relent at last
& send her one who obliterates the past

on a hot & hazy morning
sun shining in her eyes
the Divinity appears behind her
transported from the skies
he smiles at her, & she is bewitched
he speaks & she listens, totally transfixed
his demeanor is somehow both gentle & grand
awed & acquiescent, she allows him to claim her hand

he guides her to the garden she’d created for herself
& there he does things to her
that divests the dust from the shelf
her body is a blank book that he writes in
her mind is a fountain that he delights in
then he tells her that he loves her
his voice confident & strong
the words deliver her from the darkness
that has hidden her heart for so long

the chains have been cut
the past has been banished
the monsters of memory that hounded her have vanished
all that once hurt her he has abolished
the demons that dogged her he destroyed & demolished
the goddess has been restored
no longer afraid or alone
in the heart of the Divinity
Aphrodite’s child has found a home

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