Friendship

Friendship lasts longer than love,                             

                                                   Shrivels when betrayed.

Is stronger than pain,

                                Dies a little each time it’s wounded.

More powerful than doubt,

                                        Defeated by indifference.

More precious than a diamond,

                                                Worthless if not returned.

Gives more than it receives,

                                           Mourns its own loss.

Cares more for others than for itself,

                                                        Withers if not nurtured.

Builds not destroys,

                             Decays without knowing why.

Heals not wounds.

 

It leaves without goodbye.

  

Almost Perfect

He:

Knows what he wants to do,
Tells her what she is longs to hear.

Hands:

Searching,

Finding willing flesh,

Sinking into her pool,

Leaving to pleasure himself,

Returning again and again to pleasure her, 

Teasing.

He:

Licks the red stain from her open wound,

Pulls her close,

Embraces the sting of her reaction,

Feels the exquisite rush and prick of her sharp thorns,

Watches the drops of his essence,

       Drip,

  Drip,

         Drip,

Onto her shivering flesh.

She:

Watches his tongue devour her handiwork, consume her art,

She feels him shudder.

She:

Wants him to sink deeper,

To feel the exquisite swell and twitch of his intent.

Sinking,

Aching!

Yearning!

Lost in the flooding rush she calls,

Asks with her honey dipped lips,

Where have you gone?

He:

I’m here.

Firm/Gentle,

Cupping,

Constant,

Wrap yourself around me,

Surrender!

She:

Moving, 

Opening,

Feeling,

Dance with me,

Make me pulse!

He:

Come take my hand,

Take me into you,

Free fall with me!

Now,

Us:

Almost Perfect! 

  

A Sense

How long ago was has it been since we last really spoke,

Face to Face?

Across a table?

In the soft glow of a single candle?

In the dark?

Too long.

We will speak again!

I have a sense of you.

I always have.

I don’t know why.

Or how?

We will speak again!

I know it,

feel it,

palpable,

strong,

raw.

 We speak!

I see your gentleness,

soft strength,

vulnerability,

resilience.

We speak again!

I see what you now see yourself,

your beauty,

intelligence,

wisdom,

giftedness.

Your worth.

We speak again!

I have a sense of us.

Reflections in a mirror.

Place your hands upon the mirror.

What do you see?

A kindred spirit reaching out to take your hands?

To turn you round, to see what I see?

You.

Shining,

Pure,

Magnificent,

You.

A sense,

a force,

a gentle, subtle, feminine force.

We will speak again,

Soon.
  
 

In The Dark Of Night

  
 

Fear:

Wraps like a velvet shadow around my soul.

Cloying,

             Paralysing.
Light a Candle,

                         Say a Prayer.
Don’t close your eyes,

                                      Watch.
It comes on silent wings.

Despair

I’m drawing a line:
Through my hopes,

                            my desires,

                            my plans,

                            my dreams,

Through what I thought would be.
Drawing a line:

I’m stretched too tight,

                                      feel too sad,

                                      see no light,

                                      feel no warmth.

Taste no sweet, only bitter.
I’m drawing a line:

Through my life.

  

LostandFound

 Lost: 

I was lost, lost in a crowd, a sea of smiling, laughing faces,

Where I didn’t want to be, surrounded, and alone. 
Chameleon:

Dark/Light,

Jester/Fool,

Whatever eased the pain, or blocked it out,

Until my gaze turned inward.
I spent some time,

Alone with me,

Looked at me,

Withering before my own eyes,

But even worse, before yours!
Lost:

You watched me sink, while you were,

Bewildered

Hurt

Confused

I’d made you think it’s what I’d wanted all those years,

I only wanted what I’d lost, squandered, threw away.

You!
Complacent, arrogant fool!

Chaos, my life, bitterness my closest friend!
Found:

And then one day,

You reached for me,

                                  spoke my name,

                                  gave me hope,

                                  called me home,

                                  saved my soul.
Found:

You took my broken, bleeding heart, and held it close,

Tender,

Gentle,

Loving,

Ever nurturing,

Ever constant,

You!
The old in me began to stir,

                                              to wake,

                                              to fight against the new.
Found:

I can be good,

           be soft,

           be kind,

           be gentle,

I can make you proud of me,

I can hope you’ll love me, once again.
Found:

Because You saw me, lost and lonely in a crowd,

And smiled at me.

In a Chapel where we shared an Angel’s smile.
It hit me like a lightning bolt, and shook me to my core.
Found:

A smile I thought I’d never see again,

A smile that lit my soul until it burned so bright and hot it seared away the cold and frozen man I had become,

And left me bare and clean and fresh and old – not new.
The older me was ever better than the new.
Found:

A little wiser, much, much quieter man.

The chaos and bravado burnt to ashes in that fleeting, welcome smile,

That second’s flash spoke of Eternity.
Eternity will not be long enough for me,

But beggars can’t be choosers much wiser men than me have said, my one and only love.
Yet I beg, grant me this,

Let me spend Eternity with You!

  

 

Dance 2

We dance:Spinning, intoxicated,

Mesmerised, as in a trance,

Moving,

Still/Swaying,

A Dervish rapture less sublime,
Entranced:

Moved by a force unseen,

Felt,

Embraced,

Returned…
We need no music,

Rhythms drawn from each other,

Our hearts keep the beat,

The brain, cocooned in its own, warm, scented waters, watches on…
Who takes the lead? – ‘WhoCares’
We:

Lead/Follow/Follow/Lead

It’s the dance that matters…
Where are we? – ‘WhoKnows’

‘WeAreHere’

What matter what earthly plane we tread?

We are the Music Of The Spheres…
Who are we? – ‘WeAreUs’

‘AndAll’

Why are we here? – ‘WeAreDestiny’

‘PastPresentFuture’
When will it be over?

This Dance,

This Masque,

This ?
‘WhyDoYouAsk’

To speak its end condemns it;

Live this moment, feel it, let nothing else exist, but now!
I will not think of ‘BeginningsEnds’…

If we tire, we will rest

If we hunger, we will eat

If we thirst, we will drink

With, and of Each Other…
Let our music play!

‘DanceWithMe’