I think you must have been coded into my very cells,
deeply embedded amongst my DNA,
strands of you coiled around
essential strands of me.
How else this inability
to erase you?
I put you out of my mind,
a tenant evicted, thrown out into empty streets,
a cat let out into the night air,
exiled from home but returned to nature
trying to untame the domesticated
or tame the wilderness.
I put you out of my mind
yet here you are
pulsing in my veins,
streaming hot red through my heart.
Trying not to think of you
my heart beats in three four timing,
your name waltzing in Spanish staccato,
the sharp quaver and grace note,
“my love”
How do I not think of you
when you are the movie’s score,
the opera’s libretto?
I fill my mind with the strains of Mendelssohn’s 64th Opera,
trying to sink you in melancholy ~
an alien landscape for you
hoping you will flee to more familiar terriotory.
You make yourself at home even here
and I find myself smiling your mischievous smile
into the darkness.
I am trying to turn the lights out on you
and your eyes are glowing.
I try to stifle you with silence
and still you sing.
I try to unravel you from my mind,
try to evict you from my home,
try to wipe your fingerprints from my skin,
your laughter from my throat,
your dimple from my face
and in that tiny gesture
of my hand on my cheek
soaking in tears
acknowledging their existence
I feel your touch.
You are still here
inside me
above me
beneath me.
To remove you from my world
is to take the living from my life.
4:53pm Monday
7.July.2003
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- Hope Fell Apart: Blood and Tears
- Adultery
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You accuse me of theft.
How can one steal what was given?
Call me home wrecker; say I took a battering ram
to the fortress of your love, smashed the windows,
snuck off with your valuables
while you slept.
The only true thing there is, yes, you were asleep
and while you had your eyes closed
he opened the door
crammed diamonds and rubies into my soul,
gave pre-Raphaelite light
to my eyes,
filled my senses full of honey,
offered up Rilke to my ears,
Chopin to my body,
Neruda to my heart.
Say I shattered your trust.
He broke it long before my arrival on the scene.
I showed up and the tables were overturned,
the drawers emptied out and strewn across the room
as though at a market bazaar.
His heart, soul and mind were on display amongst the treasures.
No price tags. He was giving them away
and his mouth was a smiling, wide
open
door.
I stole nothing.
He was given.
4:30pm Saturday
12.November.2005
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You’re breaking my bones with your soft tongue
flaying skin from soul with your eyes
and your absence
is worse.
Addiction, craving, tremors of withdrawal
I’m screaming at the ceiling, clawing at the windows
as the house implodes
upon me.
Too sensitive to touch, frustration makes me feral
I’m pacing the perimeter of the cage
I have more distance in me
than room.
5:17pm Monday
12.July.2004
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- If You Came Back I Could Tell You So Many Things…
- A Void
- Remind Me
- Letting You Go Again And Again And Again
- Disarray (explicit language)
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Siamese
hip to hip
inseparable.
You grew into me
put down roots
and flourished.
Siamese
hip to hip
inseparable.
I share your heart beat
with the world
Sweat
or tears
run from my face
sheathing you
in wetness.
Do we bleed now?
This unholy separation?
Do we bleed?
Your whispers used to brush my ear
Your fingers used to tangle in my hair
I breathed in
your every exhalation
and now
now I am asphyxiating
and blood runs
torn away without formal surgery
no anaesthetic
Goodbye is a razor slicing down between us.
Siamese
hip to hip
lip to lip
inseparable
Oh, the marvels of the modern world
that you could be parted from me
Goodbye is a scalpel.
4:37pm Thursday
26.August.2004
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- A Life In The Day Of…
- I miss your laughter…
- No Return Address
- Hope Fell Apart: Blood and Tears
- Today
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The stars are smug little voyeurs tonight
peering through the stage curtain at the audience
The wind, lightly, stealthily, skitters across the waves
carrying the scent of salt and seaweed up onto the sands.
Midwinter and Australia has taken to sleep
hand in glove, foot in boot, your sex in mine.
Australia cosies down into the dream
and we feed them
breath and sweat steaming on the chill night air
rising
moving away from us and curling amongst
the dreamers’ minds.
Beneath the curious eyes of far away worlds
upon sand that has borrowed its chill from the sky
before rippling waves, amidst a gathering wind
two lovers shrug off Winter
with the shedding of jackets, jumpers,
skivvies, jeans, shoes and socks.
You expected to freeze in your nakedness.
I expected to be seared by it.
Midwinter, the nights growing ever shorter
I give you
tropical Summer, steaming flesh
the heat and humidity of sex.
If you are cold within me
you brought it with you
held tightly to it
wouldn’t let me in.
Our breath rises, twines amongst the dreamers’ sleep.
Let me warm you
Let me soak the chill from your bones.
I can make you forget
it’s Winter outside.
6:21pm Monday
30.June.2003
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