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A Moment of Clarity

The cut of your dress
As it clings to your curves
Slices my vision
Like a blade across my heart

With each nervous step
I move closer to you
The weight of the moment
Makes my feet feel like lead

Your grace turns heads
All around the bar
And that green eyed
Old friend of mine
Growls

But then I’m with you
And the world flows on
the sounds of the bar
Are washed away by our tide.

And in this sublime still life
I could stay with you forever
Our perfect conceit,
Our lust, our love, our pain
Our pride and sorrow
Our dreams of tomorrow
Held in perfect stasis
Encased in crystal ice

For one glorious moment
We are enraptured
My eyes locked with yours
Your smile, however slight,
Speaks volumes to me.

But then the bar rushes in
Our dance is stopped
The spell broken
As you pass me by
In a rush of perfume
And promise

My head turns,
Watching you walk away,
And I’m left wondering,
Who you were.

The Rose

As delicate as a dusky rose,
Her scent was just as sweet.
Her laugh as bright as the day
Golden hair shimmered like the sun.

I watched from afar
A schoolboy caught
And thrown into orbit
Around her star.

I longed to reach out
To touch the petals
Of that rarest rose
To savour every silken inch.

But I was young
And fear gripped me,
Stayed my hand
And held me back.

If I were to try and hold this flower
Would she resist my touch?
Burn me with the shame
Of rejection?

Would her thorns pierce my flesh?
A mechanism for her protection?
Or would she turn her face to me,
As a flower does the sun?

The answers to these questions,
I will never know.
For every flower in nature
Must bloom and prosper and grow.

And so my dusky rose
Turned her face to the sun
And I watched,
Numb with love and fear
Knowing I was not
The one she chose.

Time though,
Is the greatest healer
And has given me others
To hold close

But in those quiet moments
When I sit alone and reflect
I think about my childhood crush
And my delicate dusky rose.

Beggars Would Ride

If I could tell you
the things I wanted to say,
I would tell you that
I think you’re beautiful.

I would let you know
how much I wanted
to feel your skin
against mine.

I would explain
how much I feel alive
in your company
how you make me smile

If I could
do all of those things
I wouldn’t need to write
them down

and hope
that someday
you’ll read these words
and understand.

The girl and the lake

She reflects upon the surface
As the cold wet arms of the lake
Take her in their deadly embrace.
She feels the cold tendrils curl
Around her calves, her thighs, her waist.

The water pales her skin,
It darkens her lips
It shadows her pale serene eyes,
ecstatic in its aqueous grip.

The darkness envelops her,
the currents caress her
as the lake takes her under;
binds her in a fatal matrimony.

A cold, pale and bloated wife,
torn from her former life.
The lake is a jealous lover,
needy and clasping and hungry.
It pulls and it tugs; an insistent caress.

The flow of the undertow
balloons her white dress
as the life finally flows from her eyes
and bubbles rise from her throat
carrying the last of her sighs.
The lake is a jealous lover.