Faces & Hands

Faces & hands - Kiss me with the spirit of your eye

Touch me with your breath - hold me in your pause

bathe me in your query, a gentle floating why

Cradle me & rock me in the curve of your intent

let me feed your light until my own light has been spent

Reach me with a whisper from the distance we were gifted

Come to me on wings that know no limit till I’m lifted

Wash this life away this weary evening as I lay

Only for my offspring am I bound these days to stay

I see the light reflected, I am touched by all that shines

Meet me if you care to, beyond all the walls & lines

Divided by the image, pummelled by the words

Baffled by the history, soothed by distant birds

Opened, but mistaken – you drank me anyway

& now once tasted – drunken, on the senses where lust play

Listless, lonely, lost & led - lovely lucid laugh

Spent so much of this one, I am left with brighter half

& still, the gift of vision, placed bravely at my heart

An orphan to the midnight, a pupil to the art

Spattered in the process, still to learn control

Blessed crudely by the presence of a controversial whole

Redemption cannot follow as a course without concern

Yes, more, there’s always more, there’s always so much more to learn

If I do not take these lessons & build my tower out

There is no point in whispers, sweet songs become just “shout”

But faces & hands still cradle me - A comfort far beyond

You only paid with copper but you braided up the bond

With your rhythm & your utterance - the wordless storms are called

Behind your walls I’m lonely & below them I’m appalled

His streets were those of cruel fate, that each one must demand

Hold your own, for words & stone are harsh with sting of hand

& somehow all my beauty had dulled & echo’s feint

That called to me, to set me free - no joy & no complaint

Empty may be faultless, but is it worthy of the role?

To stand in clouds & sunsets, my feather sweetened soul?

If I strip my life of everything, who will know me then?

Who ever knew me anyway, bright eyed women, lust filled men?

& then when mortal estimates begin to call the cost

What will meet my singing, wishes faded, voices lost?

Nothing now, no kind of mark, no special credit paid

So what in any case there was… when bones are stilled & laid

So stilled.. by simple pleasures & awkward carelss choice

Slow syphoning or leakage, I have hardly any voice

& what would I be speaking – as if anybody heard?

What dwelling for my spirit to contain, with shapely word?

I am touched upon occasion, but I hardly dare to trust

 I will retain a breathing cage, but only since I must

I miss the interaction, I crave the playful vines

The way your darling sentences can curl & dance with mine

I know the sad defection, a heart cast way beyond

& I know how it  bleeds when torn so harshly from such bonds

Maybe I don’t understand, why words must frame my days

But I notice I don’t smile so much without such verbal play

& here, these rhyming couplets, their own heartbeat to set

Carry me to moments new, though lack fulfilment yet

This writing has enlightened me & shown what I crave

& why so sad when silenced as I have in past been bid behave

When what "love" seemed to ask from me, a lust & driven state

For me just lacked refinement – so much more I would create

& neither then was “wrong” of course, was merely what felt good

 I found, maybe, a better match... surrender?.... yes, I would.