"The only redeeming quality about this story is that the good die and the stupid suffer." ~ Anonymous
The clock clasps limply on midnight
Twelve soft chimes ring out
Herald of your birth
The day the world grew a bit brighter
Mourning Doves cry here desperate for you
Magpies warble there in joy for your arrival
All of nature beckons you to arise
Greet the future with open palms
Invite the love that you deserve
This year I may not be there
But know I hold you in my thoughts
I send well wishes and good luck
And lots and lots of love
Happy Birthday
Mo Shíoghrá
Night gives over to brilliant day
Blinding effluent rays
Spilling down her every curve
Whispered good mornings
I offer something different
To my torpid goddess
Still wiping sleep from eyes
A simple breakfast
And cup of coffee
She smiles, covering face
“You’re too kind…”
I know all too well
As soon as food is forgotten
We shall fall into one another
Tumult and passion
Again
And again
And again
Allways
Waiting
Breathless here, now.
Then too
Past reaching out
Fingers outstretched
This Möbius strip coiling within
Ouroboros
Back into my past
Coming back faster than reason
Breaking through the surface
Waiting for someone
Bark breaks and bows bend
Trees part as I pass
Eyes scan wooded horizon
Slivers of distance
A million splintered dreams
Give to me now
She who waits
Rushing back
Faster than fate
Distance crushed in an instant
The forest cradles her
As I cradle her
The smell of green fills the air
Life returns
I breath again
The woods give to me
Bow branches low
Eager to cradle
I am thrill and hush
What wild has allways meant
Fang and fur
And fiery eyes
Eager rushing hushing run
Seeking the next rend
Brilliant crimson flow
Faintest splash nearby
Leap from the riverbed
I am joined by Her
Head low and stealth
Quiet as death
She moves to lead
And I follow soundlessly
Together we will satiate
That which allways hungers
Sun leans over top
Squinting down at me
Why up so early?
The hubbub of the office drones
Hurriedly driving to work
Behind me now
Library closed
But for half an hour more
I’ll wait
Patiently
Patience is a virtue
Is a cliché
Tap tip tap
Spell out my experience
Poetic wordistry
But simple scene
Leaves me worrying
This is all quite drab
But interspersed here
Brief words interchanged
‘Tween me
And my fated love
This makes it all
Worth the wait
The universe churns
Chaos incarnate
Swirling shift-thickening cosmos
Yet here two souls
Two lone broken things
Are pushed together
Found amongst the billions of others
And they dance
Their essence swirling in time
In sync strangely
They scarcely believe it
How could it be?
Yet
Again and again
The universe tells them
“This must be.”
And so they dance
Onward
Together
A new hand has touched
Shaping my meaning
Spills my blood
Like ink
Over these pages
No cruelty here
Love’s finality
Gives meaning
To these words
Tear me apart
Eat my being
Make me part of you
I die happily
We lay still
Sweat beading
Rolling down heaving chests
A smile plays upon our lips
Sweetest giggle draws my laughter
We wrap one another up
Laughter drifting to kisses
A quite moment
After explosive passion
Nowhere I’d rather be
The sweet taste
Dances upon my lips
Her lips part
Gentle
Inviting
Enchantress left me enthralled
Gasping for air
But far from coming up for more
I lavish her with tongue lashings
Adoring her every curve
As though sanctified
The soft give of flesh
And tense of muscles
All lead
To glorious crescendo
Bated breath released
As the goddess descended
Struck blind by her beauty
He had to feel her form
Curves gave to gentle arms
Which then embraced
Enwrapping her faithful
Then
To acquire
The first
Of many
Little deaths
All she had to do
Was whisper in his ear
“Come to me
Dear sweetest devotee…”
Dried Ink Ribbon 