She is gone
but she never leaves me;

though she has left me,
she is always waiting.

Waiting for me
to suffer the day
so that we may play
our little game of predator & prey

while I try to sleep the winter away…

The lascivious flesh tempts
with its siren song of sex
as glorious escape
in flowering excess…

…so somewhere, there are
two lovers laid across a bed
& one turns to the other
& says:

“When people fuck, my love,
they can be placed into two
rough yet distinct groups:

those who pull closed & those
who leave open
their eyelids.

So my question to you is
which do you prefer?

For you
is the darkness
a sensual abyss
of pleasure in which feeling is no longer
limited by form,
a place where sound,
& touch
become something more,

or

for you are the closed eyelids
a rejection of the real,
raw,
animal passion;
a space in which
the look of fuck
in the eyes of the other
becomes another cascading layer
of pleasure?”

“Well” the other says
“I don’t see why
we must choose between
only two things;
I like both, I
like it all:
fucking is no place for thought,

& my only desire is for more.

There is a sadness that I feel
in knowing that the moment
cannot last forever…”

Then, in the silence that follows
our two lovers
smile at each other
& lay back down upon the bed;

& the moment
begins again…

…De La Soul say:

“The sky takes notes when we speak/
Our capes move with the wind/
Because of the wings beneath”*

but I say:

the Sky does not give a fuck
about what I say or think;

small things
have been performing beneath her
graceful glare for more years than we
dare to imagine.

The Sky

does not care what we think.

The Sky

does not care about anything.

The Sky

just is…

We expire, conspire,
toil & adventure,
lose, love & live
beneath her.

She protects us from the vast
& endless, cold
& endless indifference
that surrounds us.

 

We should respect her more

because the Sky
is the nearest thing to a God
that we can ever hope for.

 

* ‘Royalty Capes’ – De La Soul

 

 

We stormed the Castle walls
after the eternal siege,

& saw rotting corpses in ugly sleep,
without dignity
but with a peace
denied to those few we found alive.

Their eyes were almost closed
& damp with pitiful terror.

Their mouths made sounds we could hear
but could not understand.

We looked around us for reason, the evidence
of a final stand,
but we found nothing.

Then the walls began growing,
we were surrounded,
helpless,
scared,
abandoned.

& at last we understood.

Your heart beats hard against the hollow;

as the day dies birthing another tomorrow,

as the ghosts of what once was haunt what we will become:

 

as my heart beats hard against the hollow,

 

place your hand upon my chest

& tell me that you know…