Valentine Redux

My skin is the bed sheets of 1,029 nights sleeping alone,
Candy frosted belarina thaws her lilac flesh in sun fingers.
The sea is bleached & blistered by chloroform desires
Anaesthetised to the love song which drowned the ballerina.

Cathedrals of emptying departure lounges
Host nursers of silence and priests of solace,
Every passenger has their own stained glass window.
Skies are full of dream-fuelled paper planes.

Love was hell-bent on becoming a chalk outline on the pavement
Where streetlights trace footsteps of the midnight walker,
Curriculum vitrine of skeletal hands & ectoplasm kisses
Ghosts packing cases – forever it seems.

I painted broken people on slate rooves & winter beaches
………………………..and named them ‘sonnet.’

Sundawn
Path across water to the dark hills
Radial roar
Silver-spinning disc to cut the light.

(Swooping bridal veils) of drifting tides,
Absentia lovers become
Crippled whores to stripped moon.

The aviation of the heart smuggles love across borders,
We watch the rain fall on two continents.
The oneness of union swims
In the private language of water.

Our mantra breaks the walls
Of silence and convention.