AfTER MIDniGHT ThouGHTs

[dawness]

of moorings and mournings
these i have come to live with
in nights tormented by aching wood
a thud, a bang
i am an open seed

[dawness]

after dark, after seven hours of
bleak nights blindfolded
morning breaks, it always breaks
into a sea of
something light... we light

[anirbas]

Light the lamp, after midnight...
So, I can better see the map
of my life laid out on the table...
All the times I've jumped from the proverbial
frying pan, not into the fire, but simply into another...Frying pan...

[dawness]

you said it for me, sabs! wheesh! i have to let my gut out, when???

[soulfir3]

you skin is bitter under my tongue
i do not recognise you any longer
the scent you carry is not the one i remember

[dawness]

in times of h0neyed remembrances
the breaths you smoked
were never part
of my tounge

[anirbas]

after midnight,
I coccoon myself
in memories of you...
the Texas sun glinting
and winking off your glasses...
your taste for apple juice that made
kissing you like tonguing an orchard...

[dawness]

if after midnight were like this, sabs... i'll stay till morning! great stuff!

[soulfir3]

You followed me,
flashes of possible recognition
float through my mind,
long lanky arms,
clothed in checkered cotton shirts
lop sided smile and eyes, darker than the dirt

Approaching the cars,
it's almost as if - you're there
near the tail gate, sitting on the ground
just as you always did
blinking rapidly, electric shoots through
my veins from the memory shock
looking again, nothing there but
blackened aphsalt
driving home lonely -
it's 2 in the morn
and with a flash of your thumb,
standing there, waiting for that chance
too use your boyish charms,
I'd have slowed right down
and taken you in,
but just as I was quite certain ..
I found myself on the road side,
looking, waiting -
but absolutely, completely alone again

At home I secure each window and door,
well long after children are in bed
I'm the one, still pacing the floors
trying too remember if it was all just
from lack of sleep, until I feel you
beside me, surrounding in strong hold of arms
at this point, I wish it were just a dream
your voice plays a melody into my ear,
a tune that was just "ours" -
which no body else could ever hear,
my hairs stand on tippy toe
and my mouth feels sort of dry ..
then as quietly as you arrived
you leave my side
without so much as a hooroo
or a subtle wave,
just a soft longing on the lips -
i'm wishing, after all these years,
you would of listened to me from so long ago
ignored the rising day light -
and within the safety of these walls
stayed

[anirbas]

poignant, profound, reflective poeming, Soul...And Dawn, you're to cute...Stop that...NOT!

~*~

odd, or not, how even when
it's all shot to hell and bad...
some small part of us wishes
someone would have listened to us...

usually someone of the other "species"...
when it could have mattered...
when it might have made a difference...

sad, how when it no longer matters
whether they listen or not...
that is when they wish most
to hear that voice
of feminine reasoning...

the one that said...
look before you leap...
think before you speak...
feel with your heart
before you shout
with the lancet
of your tongue...

lashing the innocent...
and Cronos fashion
eating each infant alive that ever grew
from the seed of a god's spent jism or mankind's...
Cronos style, ingesting each infant...
mentally, emotionally and spiritually...
some, faster than others...

odd, or not, how even when
it's all shot to hell and bad...
some small part of us wishes
someone would have listened to us...

usually someone of the other "species"...
when it could have mattered...
when it might have made a difference...

[dawness]

woohoo, sabs and soul! hairs standing from your gems.

----
me? i will wallow in the cemetery of
my sinking, infested liver
collecting all the brown algae of your
emotional terrorism
but
have you noticed
it is your own cihrossis that
makes that same pancreas inside you
that cleanses my own woes
woe is you