intersects

Will we look

back and

in reminiscing curse

this day that we tore

with trembling hands

into jagged stripes what could

have been a masterpiece

or

will we

look back and

in gratitude extol

fear for stifling the flames

whose conflagration would have

left us charred beyond salvaging

or

will we

remain rooted

at comfortable crossroads

till forces beyond us force us

kicking and screaming…or not

along pre-ordained paths

I'LL WALK

I enjoyed the jolly walk till now

Where my toe tips tingle at the very edge

Of the dark smooth and glossy spiral that

Revolves tantalizingly, beckoning my very core

To fall into a fantasy of sensual abandon

You see the indecision of my heart

And my hesitant pulse ululates your fears.

Your pleading fingers work my body

Slowly crackling my nerves, dissolving my senses

Yet you fail to touch my mind

I peek into the inviting abyss

No doubt how much fun awaits but

After the high has cleared

And the intoxication has lifted

It’s just me and you and this crappy feeling

So no thanks, I turn on my heel and

I’ll walk

BREAKING THE ICE

Towering alone, the iceberg

Prickly summit, daring the approacher

to brave the cold exterior

cross seven seas and not shudder

at the imposing build of a 

more-than-self-sufficient loner.

The warm titanic advances

Bearing the sincerest.

Bright lights, giggles, prodigal lovers

Approach the cold adversary

With careless abandon

The foolhardy risk of imminent danger

The unavoidable bruise to the side

The crashing sound of impact

Cracks  forming, spreading

 Tentacles across the cold wall.

The slow thawing process

That is replayed from scratch 

When total strangers become friends

THE ROCKER AND THE CRADLE

To and fro not needing a hand

Recounting the years, those rocking bands

Cushioned downs that cushion your down

Part, against fears of taking a bow

Out. Many places, could’ve been there

Yet this motion leads nowhere.

 Arthritic joints unable to skirt

No buying time on the black market.

To and fro those loving hands,

Rock the naïve mind serenaded by fairy bands

Pretty eyes large and brown

That send hope rays through the town

Tiny ecstatic limbs kicking the air

 Cant wait to go where those hands were.

Nimble feet can’t wait to squirt

Biding time for the right sunset

ENDOSKELETON

ENDOSKELETON

Sinister thoughts fill the cranium

Seeping, coursing, flooding, overflowing

Sending convulsive sensations down the spine

Those uneasy metacarpals, itching…

To send a calculated one to the jugular

to fossilize  this meaninglessness.

The burden on the tarsals

Mocked by the weight on the soul

The soul stole from the sole in whole

And took far beyond physical

The grim reapers’ bountiful harvest

Hanging indoors from a beam – limp.

The phalanges that cradled… no rocked

Slowly, gently in  rhythm with agony

Then stopped.

Releasing the deadly pill to induce still-ness;

The crumbling down of life processes

That began long ago with the endoskeleton