To youMy writing has no import,My reading no class.You make all my wordsSeem like carcasses of thoughts,My thoughts Irrational whims.Nothing I do or sayIs enough to win your respect,You would have me love you,You tell me you love me too.Your apathy to my desiresSometimes makes me wonder,Do you love me,Or the way I love you?
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.
Two of my poems at Alors, Et Toi? Another one really old one All things girl All things girl again
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.
Why do you tell meNot to love you so?It seemsMy love is a burden that weighsDown on your shoulders,But I believeWhat seems,Is not what is.
Oh, to lie beneath the stars!Permit the echoes,Silence blows my way,Soothe and calmMy inner world.Unlike the hum,From treasured dreams,Of splinters embeddedIn my soul. Oh, to lie upon the clouds!Let the softness,Of non existence,Heal and mendMy worn spirit.Unlike the abrasiveSlash and cutOf taboos chafingAgainst my heart. Oh, to lie today!And be allowed to lieFor ever more.