I recall with such vivid giddy wonder,
The way she so loved to gently play.
And how she slowly stroked my soul,
With her tender misdirected sway.
Yet she left me with a hint of rose,
That whispered to my aching heart;
And through her open gooseberry eyes;
I felt our worlds slide… then slowly fall apart.
I recall the azure crystal constant sky…
It was hinted with a whispered kiss;
That melted milk like upon the horizon,
Close upon those long legged Grecian cliffs.
Lashed they were… cut quick… near stiff…
Plunged with a sweated rusty ochre sword;
Yet… seemed to me to breathe so deeply;
As she touched my heart upon the salted shore.
I recall how we faced each other silently;
Amid this dreamy cream filled atmosphere.
I felt we were separate, yet linked together;
Entwined, within a delicate crystal sphere.
And like a desert -dry curled- snake like soul;
Forever intertwined upon this ancient land.
Oh I yearned to burst with words not spoken;
Yet fear of those daemon furies frothing,
Nearly kept me, from her very gentle hand.
But as our tender lips… damp and plump,
Full of vibrant deep ruddy needy longing;
Almost touched and longed to linger still,
There reached full chorus of morning song;
I felt my soul was torn from of light and night
And bodily thrown from this radiant place,
Then awake and so tragically dourly return;
To the sad mad bad cracked world of the day.
for Louise

Comments
alphadog1 | December 19, 2011 - 19:09
I have had to give up booze, and that has been a real tough one, as quite a lot of my work comes from a euphoric state that I need to enter to create. This is my first attempt at trying to get my mojo back...
Highhat | December 19, 2011 - 19:15
This is very good - I am sure your mojo is working now..well done- more
scratch | December 19, 2011 - 20:35
Well this proves one thing Alpha. You don't need booze to write great poetry.
widdicombe81 | December 19, 2011 - 23:47
really good, mojo seems to be fine.