Deep I

I've been across a road
A street
A crowded room,
And seen your face 
And your body,
The face of the body
I've never had,
The face of the body I always wanted,
But as yet I've never had
But I will, But,
For now, my wonderings are still.
I'll know the moment your eyes strike mine,
The moment their mirror reflects mine,
The moment that smile plays about them,
Then, their innermost thoughts will be revealed to me.
I've seen your body,
And your face
Across a road
A street,
And the pleasure that past came and ended all too soon,
For I could not get across that crowded space,
I could not get a moment 
To caress and glide my fingers across your face,
I wanted to.
But, there was between you and me too much in the way.

Ironing, I've got stacks of it
But who cares!
It is time to sit
To write a poem
Story, or rhyme,
While I've got the time,
And the lines are still in my head. 
I know the floor needs a clean,
But first I need to dream
Of a bright hot and sunny beach
Where I shall sit,
And for once the world can wait for me,
Where I can be myself,
And blow the dirty cups
That need to be put on the dishwasher shelf.
I want to feel the warmth on me,
The sun on my skin,
And the sea that lovingly caresses the shore
Stirring my thoughts.
I don't want to make another bed,
I just want the perspiration
To run between my glistening breasts,
I want to feel the woman within,
And be the woman within, without.
I don't want to peel another spud, or carrot.
I just want to sit on the beach
To write a few lines, poems, or prose,
In Brisbane, I suppose.

I'll never forget that face,
His face.
Those enchanting eyes;
They left me with a warm embrace.
I'll never forget that touch,
His touch.
I want to
I need to.
Yet I still crave for those fleeting caresses,
And wondrous feelings.
I'll never forget his breath upon my brow,
It was like a tropical breeze.
I'll never forget those nights
As the moonlight cast shadows on my bedroom wall.
I want to forget it all.
I need to.
I'll never forget his warmth,
It left me trembling, conquered,
And aflame in paradise.
Was this his aim?
Or was I the game?
I'll never forget any of this.
Though I must forget it all.
I'll never forget the longing for the comfort
Only he can bring.

She never liked anyone,
She never liked her friends,
She never liked the rats and birds,
She never liked the hens,
She never liked the dogs or mice,
Nor the visiting lice.
In fact, she hated one and all
This black pussy cat;
Who sat so serene looking my way,
Starring at me with those treacherous eyes
That flickered now an then with the movement of the flies. 
"Where's my food?" she meowed so rude,
"And fresh milk?" she purred like silk.
Waiting patiently for the plates and bowls to descend 
Like flying saucers from above to the Floor.
Where she will have her feast,
Then be out the door.

I came to lay flowers at her feet
As she lay there in her eternal sleep.
Her beauty that once was a perfect dream,
But to me she did seem
To be there 
Sitting next to me on the chair.
I felt her whispering words caress my ears
As I remembered all the years
I had known her well.
She had a heart as big as a bell,
That would ring out a glorious tune,
As if on a beautiful wedding day in hot June.
I am sure I felt her hand glide across my arm
Hearing the words of the 23rd psalm,
Comforting me in my worry, she said
Life goes by at a hurry.
So when you come again to lay flowers at my feet
Do not weep.
For I am at peace now,
Because, when I was in pain
I could not imagine how
I would ever get a peaceful sleep.
In slumber

I am the lady of the fake,
Fake tan,
Fake man,
Fake tits,
Fake lips,
Fake waist,
Fake nails,
Fake smiles,
Fake eyes,
Fake dreams,
Fake money,
Fake ideas,
Fake tears,
Fake hopes, 
Fake hair, 
Fake care,
Fake bank account,
Fake amount,
Fake impression,
Fake depression,
Fake perfume,
Fake penthouse rooms,
Fake words,
Fake, fake absurd, 
Fake actress,
Fake dress, 
Fake glove,
Fake love,
Fake knots and ties,
Fake lies,
Fake gain,
Fake pain.
Fake price,
Fake nice.
I am the lovely lady of the Fake.

Let me gaze upon your face
A few seconds longer
That I may remember it a moment longer
Let me remember your touch
Even though at times it was all too much
Though in reality it was never enough
Let me stand before yourself a second longer
That I may smell the scent of you
So that its power and presence will linger
Forever
In myself.

My friend at last is laid to rest
Gone is she at the Lords behest,
And now I stand at the foot of her grave,
With my emotions all a whirl thinking of the love she so unselfishly gave,
With big tears in my dark sad eyes;
I ask the Lord for his reasons and whys, why,
He took her from everyone and all,
What was the whole point of it all?
Why take her away from the many who loved her,
The many who were comforted by her,
In their hour of need;
She planted in them a good seed
That would one day grow into hope and inspiration,
And be remembered with heartfelt affection.
These are the words from me to my friend
Who now lives in a small box,
(And now, as if dust
Her self,
Her life,
Will run through my tightly clasped hands between my quivering fingers
Away on a winnowing wind.)
Next to a small wooden cross 
On a sunny grassy plot
In the corner of an allocated lot
Amongst cold hard headstones of her new found friends.
And I, in my warmth of life,
Shall stand and sigh
And sing and cry,
And wonder always about her until my END.

One day I will sail away on my mind,
Well at least for a time,
A woman's time,
To escape the here and now 
The needs
The wants
The grace 
The favours.
I'll fling away all responsibilities
To capture just one small moment
That is mine,
In this life time.
I'll polish my nails
Shave off the unwanted hair
Put on something Sexy
That is me,
Do a dance around a chair,
Then imagine 
That I am young and sexually attractive
Standing proud
Ready for action
Anywhere
Anyplace
Anytime
With some young stud.
"Ha","Rosebud"!
I'll remember the feelings that once were,
Then sadly, I'll sink in a heap 
And weep a weep for every woman in the world,
I'll feel the pain of every woman in the world
For every woman who wants to be loved; again, 
For the very first time.
"Ha","Rosebud"!
But now my bloom of youth has gone
No one wants to look at me anymore,
My age has come.
I want to live!
"Ha","Rosebud"!

Go down to the land,
The land by the sea.
And listen to the wind,
As it howls and sings,
Swathing itself around your head, 
Like bandages in confusion,
Or Medusa,
Or tattered rags,
That were once the ghost ships flags.

Go down to the land by the sea,
And listen to it,
As it hisses and swishes,
Swathing itself around your ears,
Like venomous snakes, 
Or Medusa,
Or twisting eels
Caught in the albartrosses beak.

Go down to the land by the sea,
And listen to the shells,
As they voice their opinion,
Swathing their thoughts around your mind,
Like tentacles in a swirling sea,
Or Medusa,
Or vines in a storm.

Go down to the land by the sea,
And listen to the waves 
As they rise and fall against the shore,
Swathing their mysterious call 
Around your good intentions,
Like the jellyfishes poison tendrils,
Or Medusa,
Or shredded ropes scattered
And blowing about the sand.

Go down to the land,
The land by the see,
And let it,
Let it,
Beckon, beckon, beckon, beckon, beckon, beckon.