if love be the ocean, then let me drown

Time.
No clocks.
A breath of wind.

From four-walled chapters
Of solitary confinement,
The poet exhales
I loved you before we were born.

Below the eye-lid waves
Soap suds become babbling
Brook of small intentions,
Limb cutlery spread-eagle
Drama to the kitchen sink.
You are the sun stripping the curtain.

Universe sifts memories
Through shredded shroud;
Unbuttoned to the waist
Fever clings to skin as ice upon bath tap.

In room 121 drank cheap wine alone
Guests @ Breakdown Hotel pay pity hourly
Laundry maid dry-cleans souls with detergent and diesel.
Counted lanes of sleepers to sleep
From night platforms, derailed,
Drunk moth veins stalked the light, took me back -

We burned leaves in an iron drum until
There was nothing left but winter.
Ashes to roil in frozen morning mist,
The child was forever lost in summer
Waiting for the ties which bind to break.

Curved boughs branch two rib cage
To bear the weight of bone upon bone.
Sun dawn, path across water to the dark hills.
In gallow’ed glade of lovers creeping
Shade is found in the hollows where magpies
Build nests from the silver they steal.
Light is the lantern which swings
Lower and lower to a metronome pulse;
Syncopation of that which is ‘ere, o’er and true.

Those cells of heart-beach
Where the blood doesn’t reach,
Insomnia arteries block me
Dreaming my way to you.

Our story is coiling around a serpent tale:
The cobra’s hood is eternal, the telling
A doing that never stops –
The now is coming, its
Certainty is sure.

Private mantra directs
Our breath on journey
To those poetic countries
Where we have committed
And always will.

Darling, it's all for you......