Maelstrom

Where is my love
on a night in August
when a hurricane rages
within my soul

The strike probability
is off the chart
the seers unable
to still my misgivings

I alone face the maelstrom
and gasp for a breath
in the drowning force
of need

I've never been without your grasp
but the pull is lessened
by intent
and you see beyond me

I've wrapped around your legs
and weeping
ask only that
your last kick free me

Masterpiece

I’ve seen you in the haze of morning
When unencumbered with vanity
Your radiance rivaled the sun
Paint and powder are such artistic touches
Yet at times they hide the truth of your beauty
While at others they are the signature upon a masterpiece

I crept beside you
As quietly as a sentry befrighted
And unafraid you whispered
No love passes unacknowledged
He who has the courage to proclaim
Is he who rest within his lover’s bower

Feast

The fetid remnants of the master’s feast
Are strewn about the hall
The dripping tears of those once chaste
Dissipate into the air of unconcern
No one listens to any cry but his own

We nonchalantly weave our steps
Adroitly past the wounded
And memory serves us secondhand
If we won’t believe what we see
How can we believe what we don’t

Mindlessness has become a passion
Reality replaced by the camera’s eye
Those once guilty of exuberance
No longer remember where they left their hope
In quickstep they follow the false messiah

The horizon is clouded by the smoke of despair
Red sky at night no longer the lucky harbinger
The shepherds prey upon their own flocks
And the wolves have fled to the hills
Fearful of the consequences

CONSTANTS

Your life is built on constants
That you carefully nurture
Iconic ideals that obviate life's uncertainties for you
And here I am beside you
The complete opposite
Obvious in my inscrutability
My mother would say he blows hot and blows cold
Perhaps that is the balance
that keeps things interesting

You know you fear boredom above all else
It really would not do for us to be just alike
We would wind up chasing shadows
of our opposite selves
You have to take my word
Whether you believe it or not
I never lie to myself
And when I say I love you
I am speaking to me