Poems About Relationships

~Speak After the Tone, Please ~

It's true that I can just about remember
some details of your eyes, their depth and color:
that blue damson darkness, sinking oceans down
but I am high and dry and will not drown in them.

And even though your thighs apart
and lips, half-parted, were at the very heart
of all my entrances, now I have found
that there are other, better, doors around.

Know this: I do not miss you in the morning,
the way that you awoke, a cat uncurling
with that never-ending lengthening stretch;
the velvet flicker of your tongue's first touch.

Know also, your infectious smile no longer
threatens me with any kind of danger
and to prove my full immunity, I bear
a livid, valid vaccination scar.

So, understand at last, there is no we;
there's only me, and you are history:
a distant, done-with, ditched, and long-lost cause.

I'm leaving you this message only because
there's a fault, a small-hours echo on my line,
a sleepless ghost, scratching in my machine;
and it's this strange persistence in the system
that makes me want to ask you one last question.

Why? So long after we've stopped talking, why do you keep on calling?

Beeeeeep

~A Lovers Ballet~

I strike up a sentence, the melody starts,
Our minds, both as one, start to sway,
Enriched with music we hear in our hearts,
Begins our sweet lover's ballet.

So light, so gentle, yet purposely placed,
We play out this secretive dance.
The ground that we share
Keeps us light in the air,
In an atmosphere rich in romance.

I long for your side,
Wanting so much to glide,
Through a slow motion lovers embrace.
To have you smile up at me,
As I look down and see,
The beams that illuminate your face.

Long deep in the night,
We both find our delight,
In the purity that makes us one.
Silver mist all around,
We leap high from the ground,
As the music plays endlessly on.

Such heaven and hell,
Is this dance we know well,
Where both pleasure and pain at last meet.
As one we do fly,
As we soar up so high,
Yet a thousand thorns lay 'neath our feet.

Together again,
We are blind to this pain,
On this magical dream we do feed.
Two as one, we together,
Will dance on forever,
Doomed to fail, but to also succeed.

As in dreamland I drown,
I see roses put down,
On a doorstep, along with a note.
As the mist starts to rise,
And I open my eyes,
I can see what had clearly been wrote.

Such sadness is shown,
In these roses once grown,
As they land at your door a bouquet.
While severed and bound,
Yet such beauty be found,
What sweet memory, our lovers ballet...