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jeopardy

30 Saturday Apr 2016

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coast

he vouchsafes you

an empty smile as of someone

just bested in an argument

outwardly mild but at heart

dangerous as a cornered animal.

 

his beauty’s that of the wild

windswept coast.

he’s possessed by momentum,

seizes life by the throat.

his eyes whiplash

defiance into submission.

 

lacerated by the flashing

blades of passion,

you lick your wounds

behind a locked door.

his gaze can laser through defences,

sear through to the marrow.

 

but when the rage relents,

the calm after the storm

makes you sigh like a weary traveller

who’s turned his head for home.

 

arousal

17 Sunday Apr 2016

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consciously cute like a teen

tearaway courting favour or

beseeching forgiveness

in an afternoon TV romance,

appealing as a guide dog puppy.

 

but when naked and alone

with himself,

he’s urgent

and determined,

concentrated on release.

 

his hands work furiously

his brows drawn

together in a slight frown.

 

his breath comes fast, his eyes close,

the dark lids flicker with the late

morning sunlight filtered through the

breeze-blown striped orange curtains.

 

he is dappled and incandescent.

a few intense minutes

with his hands down his pants

and all’s well that ends well.

postprom

13 Wednesday Apr 2016

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louche like an untied tie

provocative as the cover

of a top-shelf magazine,

a high-school senior

wending his way home

in the apricot dawn

of the morning after.

sweetly disorientated,

gloriously dishevelled,

oblivious to the day beginning

around him, hung over, sated

and frustrated in equal measure.

he will still always remember

a welcome weariness in heavy limbs,

the way she looked before she kissed him

and the song in his head right now.

 

cracks

14 Tuesday Apr 2015

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simoniz

 

 

 

 

 

 

when you murmured,

gentle as a sigh,

do you love me?

she shrugged her shoulders

as if to say,

how would she know?

and who cared about love anyway?

and you felt your heart breaking

like the dried up simoniz car wax

in its neglected sunshine yellow tin.

contrition

11 Thursday Sep 2014

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OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA when you challenge him in anything

he turns to you the face of a scolded child

before indignation overcomes him

from the eyebrows down.

when he lies through his teeth

there’s a barefacedness about it

that almost makes you reel,

that almost makes you believe.

he lacks the grace to blush

when that might have been enough.

 

but you melt inside to hear

that laughter like a welcome home,

a retreat into the recent but irredeemable past,

when the way you held each other

was light as you might cradle an injured dove

that flew into your backyard fence one evening,

but ferocious and all-consuming in its tenderness.

 

you remember the days

you wandered off the trail

lost in a complicated argument

of not quite the whole truths

and sheltering in pizza parlour bars

while the rain came down like doomsday

on the tetons, left feeling inconsequential,

as people clutching strange instruments

cluster in around you for a hootenanny.

 

maze of creases on his face

from a crumpled pillowcase

like a map back into his childhood

when his mother might shake

him gently awake for school.

he suddenly seems defenceless

when you rouse him at 3 am

bewildered and plaintive

and you forgive him before

he can even begin to apologise.

 

Photo by Chantal

after

15 Tuesday Jul 2014

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I am not up to anything

I am staying in with my pain

I was just a change of scene for you

You are as heartless as a person alive can be

 

And I love you

To the loose threads of my soul

In the most secret corners of my heart

I love you as you laugh

Exactly as if nothing ever happened

 

I love you as you walk away

Exactly as before

recrimination

04 Friday Jul 2014

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tim, with his

panic-stricken hands,

trying so hard to remember

something he’s forgotten.

 

she looks at him

with last night’s

eyes, sharp nails

in skin, come

to think of it.

parade

23 Friday May 2014

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Equanimity

Is that look he wears

When the sun goes down;

The quiet satisfaction

That another day has passed

Without quite breaking him in its grasp.

 

Through a crowd of others,

All insignificant, oblivious,

His gaze is locked on hers.

And his face is stricken,

A picture of lostness and despair

She simply cannot bear.

 

An anguish bone deep

He can no longer conceal.

But he won’t bother to

Beseech his tormentor,

Expecting no mercy

And craving no quarter.

 

He accepts his lot is

To be brokenhearted,

Vilified and damned.

Won’t stretch out his hand

To save himself;

Declines to even lift his head.

 

Nothing to be done

But weather the storm.

Circumspect and brave,

Endure, endure, endure.

He’ll stiff upper lip them

All into the grave.

 

Video from Katya Aristova on YouTube

uninfatuated

18 Sunday May 2014

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motel copyhis laugh punctuates his campfire tales

infecting you with warmth –

your limbs relax into a hot water bath

of the safe place of his heart.

 

he spins a truthfulness into your head,

revolves your name around his tongue,

you tend to believe whatever he’s said

when he’s tangled up in damp sheets on the bed.

 

he rubs his eyes like an exhausted child

intent on staying awake to prove a point.

sometimes his expression is astonishingly mild,

other times it’s like he’s burning up inside.

 

there’s a languor to his

early morning limbs.

he could wring his hair out,

its black tendrils drip over

the honey toned sweetness of his face.

 

he’s slick with sweat and accident

in a sticky Louisiana summertime

where the air feels like long ago

and the road in the distance shimmers

like you once saw in a movie.

 

the nicotine kisses you used to find

so intoxicating you shy away from now,

his mouth like an ashtray on yours,

his face lit and unlit by the lights of cars

pulling in and out of the motel lot.

 

there’s times his turning and setting

his watch down on the night stand

by the budget room queensize bed

has a finality as definite as

the metallic slide and click

of someone behind you loading a gun.

 

Photo by Belinda

departure

14 Wednesday May 2014

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you are gone

on a bus back home.

the sky is grey

the rain constant

and all the days empty now.

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