MicroPoems Ep.5

21.

In your eyes
I see, that those presented
as most strong, are those
most complicit in deceit.

***

22.

Who controls what we think?
Sometimes I tell myself
I do

***

23.

I’m trapped again,
stuck to your sweet voice,
your whispered honeydew words
leaving a brilliant sheen
in my bronze eyes.

***

24.

I await your lips
in water’s reprieve,
arrhythmic heart trembling
within my sleeve.

***

25.

I could have died,
left
alone
in your heart.

*****

Vollies Afire

My love,

my mouth once knew your name.
far from these grand walls that part us,
thier spiteful spires casting a shadow
over the life of our former other.

From my minaret
to my domain I preach:
Prowess and accomplishments
-spitting
the cinders of burnt love.

From your tower I hear calls to prayer
To drink the wine of projected Perfection.
And with my jealousy concealed,
I no longer observe your commands.

Our social empires impose motionless taunts
our worlds locked in heated stalemate
unblinking,clocking each others move.

What tore us asunder?
My library knows well its history.
I a scholar…
of the downfall
of its date
of the blame.

Between us sand blew hot,
an arid gorge we created,
the empty wind lapping at our crumbling walls.
Within Our domain we’re but void caverns
-to a stale spite.

But Seasons turned, as droughts relief drips cool air,
And our cold war ceases.
Flags, doves    snow     afloat
-freed… In an air without heat.

We
no longer catapulting silence,
regaling all with single sided words,
salt the earth with propaganda;
searing hearts with volleys of words afire.

We
caress with hands sowing seeds of truce

All has been freed by time
Our conflict ended by fatigue;
-a perfunctory peace.

My former love,
I still wonder at your walls
Their shadows reaching my breast,
From what did our war arise?
I still recall
but no longer feel.

MicroPoems Ep. 4

16.

I always play to place,
in face
of the insurmountable weights,
tugging
from yesterday.

***

17.

Encased in crystal drops,
within home’s walls, I part,
donning an upturned eye,
yearning through these waters
in search of you.

***

18.

I await your lips
in water’s reprieve,
arrhythmic beats, trembling
within my sleeve.

***

19.

I freeze
to the thought of leaving;
dreading a return
to your parted presence.

***

20.

I want the world to be empty,
filled by just us two.

***

Empty Sex Pt 2

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:

https://jcfitzderick.com/2015/07/28/empty-sex-pt-1/

Empty Sex Pt 1

In a carnal crash of two
eyes glazed
heated in sexual need.
We sought our delicious counter.

I approached you,
bearing words of no weight.
You were smiling, cheeks rosed,
eyes coyly flitting away.

Upheld by the bar and it medicines,
we back and forth, exchanged air,
hoping for a bold gale,
so we may sail afar.

And so,
surrounded by shoes fitting another,
in your bed,  I wake.
An explorer of every pleasure’s niche,
my right arm humming, unconscious
from a precarious night’s pose.

We sip tea, and a second one too,
laying again exposed,
as we flick questions, discovering
passions and pursuits .

Clothed now in Hampstead, we part,
returning to our lives before this past morning,
our gaze locked, gasping reunion.

It Should All Go Wrong Pt 1

It should all go wrong,
we met in a place of false fronts and lying selves.
A glossy lieu, with suave social personas
titivated to an idealised reality.

Vollies of double ticked messages passed
and through their shallow blue
we were born to each other, rosey eyed
unaware of each other’s face.

We encountered in an entent fragile,
in a room sombre,
scented sweet with amber ale;
our social devotion weak and optional.

Continue reading

Her, Curious

Simmering intensity
troubles her bronze skin.
Her air effervescent,
spitting shocks
of paralysing awkwardness.

Her mannerisms polar,
atop a liberal-traditional swing.
Her harness religion,
restricting exploration,
her morality stifled,
by rules not for her.

Her actions betray her
chastised sexuality.
Her repressions expelled
in acute action and lewd words. Continue reading