Looking back at the day we met
From where I’m sitting sulking now
I regret what made me ask you out
I made jokes with cordiality
You spoke eagerly and giggled
Your voice sounded like an angel
Your smile stole my tactless presence

Reaching home, I told my people
They stared with concealed cautious look
Thinking I was pulling their legs
We moved in as one ever since
You say you love me, state again
The things you do, query your claim
Hot tears run down my face freely

what ever you may say
I shall entice you one day
the charm of a woman
none can resist
no matter how much
one does persist.

I will entice you one day,
if it is not today,
at least
some other day

with all the experience
behind my years
I know by now
what only a girl can do
without any fear,
no matter what her intentions be
her lover that can never see…

how I’ll entice
you’ll never know,
for every guy has a price….

Littleton by RW

Littleton's fun was to torture his son
The hearth fire roared but of heat there was none
space where old angers restore, cold, unwon
paths worn ancient scorn, past hurts redone

old man clutched his cloak of stained and worn dun
sweat poured small rivers, he could not outrun
grave in back yard guarded by Littleton
if death is pain's surcease he's just begun

one exploded expansively
into silent splinters

sending prismatic whole fragments
of holographic completeness
through the perfection of
the Pillars of Knowledge

spiralling

tumbling

falling

into the manifest of
the Mirror of Forgetfulness

for-as-much we desired
to look ourself in the face
so deed answered thought

and since it is impossible
to view the whole at the one moment
every heart holds a separate world
.

powder burns
the star pole turns

and winds urge loose the staples
we have buried all the alms
and urns beneath the rouge
red haze of maples

Starry aged your hiss of cause
spreads in its river red
I'd fallen through the "I" of eyes
to wander worlds within your head
prose patent scenes upon a bed
dead worlds where the dust star
fled

Kisses tarry balm of leave
the rain is jumping from the eaves
the print of haste upon your sleeve

In the summer of an evening
where the days seem longer bright,
and the evening cannot cool the heat of day;

the silky shadows dance among us
in the playground of the night,
through the twilight haze they seem to jump, and sway.

In the autumn of an evening
when the dusk is but a dot,
yet still the day is eaten by it's appetite;

half the shadows are running from
what the other one's just sought,
as night causes the shadows to vanish from our sight.

beauty can’t be bound in any cage,
it lies at each and every stage,
in the eyes of the beholder
this shouldn’t one at all amaze.

few men are more beautiful,
than women of their own age,
women though always remain
longer, much longer, on life’s stage,

love flows from ones’ heart,
sex apart
the beauty is
of divine
a gift,
a lovely part

I had a farm in Africa at the foot of the Ngong Hills...
Well, not really, I just adore
that first line of Isak's book.
I wanted a love like the one she
had. I could taste it. Smell it, like fresh
soap and old leather.
I wanted music in the tall grass, bending
to my wishes.
I wanted to dance with your hands on my
hips, close enough to see stars migrating
from each passing breeze.
I admired the respect of silence
and a smile
that could kill me.
I imagined memories to put into cages while lions

For several weeks a solitary leaf swings atop a tall maple,
held there only by unwavering resolve.
The rest have long ago become the crackling carpet beneath my feet.
But this sole survivor scorns such destiny.
Buffeted by bracing breeze this brown and brittle
vestige of the summer rejects surrender still.

IN CASE OF EMERGENCY BREAK GLASS

Put the little red hatchet
back on the wall.
there is no sense of urgency
at all.
no emergency.
so
please don’t break the glass.

Open the windows
and close the front door.
No one is coming in
I just washed the floor.
.
But some day
If you ever see my face
down on the ground
lips cold and blue
ass in the air
eyes fixed in a glossy stare…
break the glass.
and change my underwear