Wandering through the deep dark abyss of time
Into the light light light walking spirit
Through the rocks
Through the trees
I cannot see beyond me
I cannot see behind me
The light blinds me
No clarity
It blinds me to see
The dark bends me
It bends my eyes
It bends my vision
It blinds me to see
Wandering through the dark dark spirits of light
Cannot believe
Cannot reveal
Cannot see
No clarity
Wandering in the spirit house
The spirit land
No one is near
No one is far
Where are they.
In this dark light place.
****
Hold him close to you
For you may never
Do so to another
For he may never come close again.
Savour the moment
Remember ever last detail
As if it’s you last night
Because it may be.
It may be
The last night of slender hands running slowly down glazed legs
The last night of brown brown shoes untying and slipping off the foot
The last night of breathing in the sweetness of newly washed hair
The sweetness of breath
The sweetness of morning together
The sweetness of the musky cigarettes and alcohol that cling to him
Like child to a mother.
The last night of indulgence.
Hold him close
Quite close
And tight
Just in case
It is the last moment.
*****
Copy holder
One by one
Holds her to himself like a treasure chest
Like a bush fire
Like an eternal sacrifice
She holds him back, of course
Like no other
Like a burning flame
Like the sea waves hug the land’s sand
Like an eternal sacrifice.
He thinks if he holds her tight enough
She will never leave him
For the bright lights of Chicago
Or Sydney
Or Tokyo
For they could be anywhere
Anytime
Any love story romance
In the grand scheme of love story song and dance
In the holding close of two bodies
Like no other
Like a treasure chest
Like an eternal sacrifice.