Monthly Archives: September 2012

Mme Saul and the Saltwater Reveal

 

Lunar raking
reveals him;
 

a lone merman,
+++++++++caffled
in the literal algae
and twisted limbs
of a petrified forest.
 

Sifting the myth,
shape-shifting season
blows paper-thin
++++++++++skins
 

from moist
++++brown
++++orbs,
++++++++unveiling
the putty-fleshed fool
 

still spewing past vanities
and mewling half-truths
 
 

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Thermals

 

all it took
was an equinox breeze
squeezed between lips
ripe hips flimsy
beneath
green petalled shift
 

pink possibility
of restraint
blushed aside
palpable craving
brushstroking nap
 

red thorns stripped from
burgeoning stem
fish-hooking sepal
clasped bud arced
 

all it took
 

was me
and you
in the aching calescence of
an autumn
afternoon
 
 

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Commune


 

Apart ++circling for days, delicious possibility
++++++pirouetting the moor, saturating
++++++the floor of our thudding ache.
 

Closer ++soft reservations trickle
++++++between sun-bleached pebbles;
++++++feeble saltwater restraint.
 

Shaking +sharing a last shallow breath,
++++++the ground tips, slipping us,
++++++defenceless, into a reckless sky.
 
 

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Solaris


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Shiver-watching:
 

his body rises from the
slow water
++++++shaking,
 

sweeping sou’westerly
lifting salt beads
from his skin.
 

I lie
pale-golden
+++++++and glistening
+++++++++++++++waiting
 

for his feverish tongue
to slip
across cooldamp dunes.
 

Stem arced,
aching for the crest
+++++++++++I realise
 

it is not he
who has ascended
to burn above me
 

but I
who have tipped towards him
 

as naturally as the earth tilts,
+++++++++++++++++seeking
its sun.
 
 

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The House on Quicksilver Street


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Faded
eau de nil walls
++++++++only visible
inthesmallspaces
++++++between barometers.
 

Thermometers
dwindle
in alcoholic cups,
surfaces cluttered
with sphygmometers
and inflatable cuffs.
 

Insidious escalation:
 

minuscule changes
invisible to the naked I.
 

Pressure swells,
temperature
++++++c r e e p s,
convex menisci
climb glass chambers
until instruments
rupture simultaneously,
releasing snaking silver –
 

spectral lines
irradiating
toxic fascination.

 
 

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