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Charming Caveman

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on June 27, 2014 by dc

Give me that
Moment again

And you will see
A night sky filtered
All luminescent pomp,

Fireworks
Conducted by sparrows,

A blaze of glory,
Perfectly framed,
Sucked in and then

Kissed on your eyelids,

All stylish
And grand,

Like only a charming
Caveman can.

Look At Those Two

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on December 28, 2013 by dc

On the tightrope

Between
Almost beautiful

And
Gently desperate,

Rambling
Down cobbled streets,

Summoning
Stories from the gutters,

Buffing them up
Without stutters

And whispering songs
Under lamplights.

Their night
Could crumble in seconds

One mumble
Or peck
Badly beckoned,

But I reckon
These two

Know that’s a truth
They’ll keep hidden,

Forbidden
Like their soft,
Spent routines,

Or a scene
From an old
New Year’s dream

Badly written.

Hush

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on February 9, 2013 by dc

Let’s slump
On the ground
All angular,
Together,

The world
Invisible,

Your face
In my neck,

A gentle kiss
On my throat.

Let’s disappear,
Find a corner
Amidst the hustle,

A hideaway,
A sanctuary,

Close your eyes,

We breathe as one,
Beat as one

As the city blurs

And we are taken
By the moment,

All twisted limbs
And hush.

To Love

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 14, 2012 by dc

Dawn’s tickled birdsong
A dew fresh hallelujah
Alive in your eyes

Another Heaven Swells

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on July 23, 2008 by dc

I awake and the morning
Has not yet met your eyes,
Beauty holds its stillness,
Silence keeps its style.

The day has split its yellow
But it’s resting at your feet
And the light is slowly shimmering
In patterns sat unique.

Moments come from nothing,
A dawn that wants to scheme,
A golden glow that paints the room
And swims between our dreams.

Anything or Nothing

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on July 18, 2008 by dc

It could be anything
Or nothing,
A country walk down a lane,
A stroll through a forest,
Underwear in the brambles,
Loving arms by the oak tree.
There are roads
That we could travel on,
There are words that don’t exist,
There is time
To kill and wallow in
But the time
Is ripped to bits.
It hangs on the oak tree
And rustles in the bushes,
It staggers like lovers
And saves both our blushes
With dusk.