Scarlet Love

The whips of your words
Lash about me;
From head to toe
I am afire
With your devotion
To the notion
That this is love.

The knife of your tongue
Stabs, withdraws
And plunges again;
Each spreading stain
A questing limb
Reaching for another
Until I am trussed,
Enveloped within
Your scarlet lust.

The Winds that Wait

The winds hold
Poised
Silent and still
Above the steaming city
Where rivers of sweat
Flow
The oppressive heat
Grows

Waiting for the breeze
Below
The still air spies
Hopes that arise
Steaming up towards the hill
Where the winds wait
But then they dissipate
Too much time has stood still.

In waiting for the moment
To foment
The winds of change have died.

Violin song

The violin sings
Of ineffable things
As the night falls away
Giving way to the grey
Dawn
The sun rises
To the sound of strings
And I must dance
To the tunes
Of forgotten songs
To the rhythms
Of worlds long gone
To the memories
Of places belonged
As the violin sings
I am it's strings.

Waiting

The horns on the road
As I wait for you
Beat time with my racing heart
And build to an anticipatory
Crescendo
Just waiting
To explode
Into the night
An impossible
Firecracker
Of descending
Smiles
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