Cat Tells Me Secrets

 

White whisker whispers

paw playfully

batting and nipping…..

These fluttering earlobes

catch butterfly

syllables,

this cat has secrets

and

her smile tastes wicked…

it is a stretching pink over

sharp, white

twinkles

glinting….

ahhh yes ….

this

tender wish

swims

vibrantly orange,

innocent

and

succulent.

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Cleopatra

 

the asp was forced

into it’s devil role….

his shining body

pricking with intention

sliding through the folds of pathetic drama

to fulfil this desperate pantomime..

a reluctant

fictitious grief……love bite on her breast

and pharaohs shadow

a private dancer on the wall

tangled in hieroglyphic orders….

gold is swiped in sparkling distraction and crowns falter.

OUTSIDE….

the dark, the dusk

comforts and fills our lungs

with night magic and secret calm…..

crickets peddle their wares

and frogs croak distantly

smells of swamp fertility

mark our hearts with gentle peace

the nile slides black and full

lapping inky rhythm.

Back inside the guards are shouting

wine has spilled

and the golden breast fades into blue

her ego departs

none the wiser

to the lapis castle in the sky

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one spark

 

wading through clouds

my balloon high on pity

this footprint is staining our

heavenly city

inside is out and outside is in

(that blast was so loud

it made sparks out of him!)

the lights

I can’t bear

as I cut through the sea

turning left at the sun

I melt into me

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was she even there?

 

and do you think I could see her,

feel her

smell her?

do you think I could find her

flower-eyed

softness,

her flowing pelt,

her intrepid glee…?

I heard her purring,

permeating,

beneath me

I am sure,

within my  own blossoming pages…

still….

was she even there

or

was she just a wisp

a climbing, fleeting moment

of undue grace…   ?

meant to be

absorbed

 

dissolved

tasted

but

never

written

down

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Ivory Elephant (again)

 

If you let someone love you will they wander off?

will they

get lost

or side tracked,

like I did when I was three at the market?

a tiny ivory elephant was

my desire

then,

the square of soap that smelt of sandalwood.

My loves, my treasure.

If I am someone’s

ivory elephant

will they leave me?

to fall through the cracks

in the back seat of a purple station wagon

maybe…..

and maybe they will remember me one day,

maybe they will remember me fondly.

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Envelope

OPEN this envelope

and in the smooth

yet sharp cornered sheets,

between the scent of fingertips

beyond the spreading ink

is poetry, sapling green

with story fine tears

blood crimes and flowers fight to reveal

each a resplendent joy…..

so sniff it,

and then tip it

to release

a flow of tiny wise stars

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