Peking/Tom

Requiem For The Future.

The moon, full as a lover's heart;
It's tug a paper weight
Upon the pages,
Slackening my gauge
Of what constitutes me
And keeps me on dry land,
Surfing on the rim
Of the mist, the bedrock of my heart.

All things to dust in our wake.
We are love manifest in the torch of our cry.

The boy raised in a rural town.
A crippled frown, goes scattering admirers
Into shadows long, and leavened by oak,
Statuesque, shaded by gorse,
Trampled underfoot,
Brambles cloak the hut
In dreams.

All things may pale in our path.
We are love manifest in the drizzle we weep.

Love me.
Hold me.
Lift and embolden me.
I blaze this effigy for we will be.

The tide kisses the plea,
I stride upto my waste in foam.
An amniotic space, erotically erase
The confines of my dusky dead creek,
Emerging tender, sleek,
Nourished in my lonely heart.

All things be blessed in our birth.
We are love manifest in the lap of the shore:
Are you sure, are you sure?
This is love manifested in absolute bliss,
Is it this, is it this? Is this splendour endowed
On a duet of kings? Of all things, of all things,
This is what life will bring when the country boy sings
His slight hymn to completion.

So Carry Me Elysium.

Love's Fierce Drawl

The sun sweating blaze onto blonde skin;
Tan arousing dew my tongue slips out of you.
Lips are the lounge in which we commune.

Summer's embrace,
A halo 'cross your face,
A burnt erasure of the mire I'd seek to...

...Soak in laughter;
Mute in mirth
When we were still called
Lovers who's eclipse of
Death's sombre drought
Was absolute and everlasting
'Til the day forever ended...

...Love's fierce drawl.

Nuzzling necks, hips and armpits.
Faces drip like rays from a
Thrift shop watercolour sky;
Their pool an osmosis of the heart.

Summer's embrace
'Cross your fleeting naked back;
The last I see as black october looms and...

...Dampens laughter;
Numbs the flame -
The joy that underlines my name.
I'm left to blame -
My impotence in all things real,
Ideas alone the things that steal me,
Wake my blood to...

...Love's fierce drawl.

The sun labours over its cycles
While I adopt the zen of an orrery's flight.
The space lends me sight.

For xelA.xx