11.
Making the strings sing
relieves me of all pain.
***
12.
In bed, and again
my mind spills,
leaving
only thoughts of you.
***
13.
Time ticks
away, the seconds pass
you’re drawn ever closer.
Friday.
***
14.
Each time you come in,
you destroy all there before.
***
15.
Staccato messages swapped,
a nod to our natural tide
retreating from a false-love’s lust.
Crystal beads cascade, drained
through the freshly bleached porcelain.
I expunging the sweet souvenirs of our sleepless night.
Sober from the water and the whirring extracting fan,
Here I dry, stood, stuck at you.
no longer clouded in ecstasy.
We dance flicking invites and excuses
days stepping forward and rear,
forte e piano.
In our immediacy we erupted
to spill but sparks upon damp wood.
A trudge toward a desirable goal .
I see you only
within digital screens,
devoid of an intimacy once tasted
And I wonder, to what precisely did I grasp?
*****
Link to Part 1:
6.
In written words ,
all
melts away.
***
7.
A million times a day
my heart calls your name.
***
1.
Blushing rose
we exchanged tender gazes,
our eyes
reflecting a young amour
***
2.
I write this month’s ultimate poems,
swinging in ecstatic melancholy;
as I recall this month
where my pen became keys
***
3.
Past midnight,
come the hours of calm.
Where the ether is still,
still enough to see its reflection.
Minds and fingers twitch,
the heady rush of this world’s
many tempting deaths, abandoning reality,
in return to the cold sobriety of the bedroom ceiling.
for Alina Baraz
Transient through the Urban Flora of London’s south,
I Drift atop rolling waves,
their depths rising, enveloping all
in each passing rock of the Bakerloo.
Deluged in Pretty Thoughts, serene
I Unfold words with each bars heartbeat,
poetry within each ear’s bud -caressed in my carriage,
I blossom your Jasmine words.
Half-hearted, I half-listen,
to your half-stories,
feeling half-dead,
for the whole time you’re here.
At half-one, you half-know,
I half-care, what you say,
it’s halflife, too long life,
for me to wish to stay.
This day half-cast, brings half light,
sat half lotus, thinking half-baked,
about half-truths, I half-know,
that I still repeat to myself today
Will I be half-arsed, or half-keen
today’s halftime ‘s, but daydreams
as whole-hearted, I half pray
since I’m half man, half the day…
Read wide and vast,
adventure and explore,
speaking slow
though thoughts move fast.
Drink red wine
and tequila too,
sitting with minds intertwined,
allowing peace’s pass.
Debate the world flaws
shimmer in ideal’s gleam,
reconstructing this world
as if in an idealist’s dream.
Fail
and succeed,
recieve an education,
not a degree.
J.C. FitzDerick 