Dreams and Realities

Your silhouette,strong against the darknessof my soul,Fills my heartwith a yearningso overwhelming thatI swoon. Your breathplays with rhythmsin a symphony ofwhispers in my earreviving,reinventing,rejuvenating,my innermost secrets. Oh, the ecstasyof first love!Oh, the fervourof that first touch! Those moments,hushed in their decline,are no more. Memories,agonisingly persistent,remain.

Decisions

Darling, you may drown meIf you wishWatch the bubblesEmerge to the rippling surfaceFrom obscure sapphire depthsSilent evermoreI shall smileAs you vaguely stare.Darling, you may bury meIf you wish.Let the last glittersOf earth in your fingers,Flow down to rest.Beneath the liberating moundsI shall breathe inThe fragrance of your touch.

Cacoethes Scribendi

If all the trees in all the woods were men;And each and every blade of grass a pen;If every leaf on every shrub and treeTurned to a sheet of foolscap; every seaWere changed to ink, and all earth’s living tribesHad nothing else to do but act as scribes,And for ten thousand ages, day and night,The human race should write, and write, and write,Till all the…

Dear…

I have something to tell you. You would think it’s a rat, roaming around inside the walls. It makes a strange, scratching sound like someone trying to get out. I, of course, will never let it escape. Why should I? It never would come back if I did. I feel better with it trapped inside the substantial walls of my house, always moaning and screeching to…