Sunday

After the celebration kisses 
  The world riots inside me
  My fist opens opens  slowly 
  Finger by finger 
      Against the world of authority 
          As the  first six raindrops 
            Explode against my window 

I am a lover
I create above you
  With my strong arms and chest 
     The darkness that punishes
         The breath

You sigh and I fight 
    The dictator inside me
        Outside the sky grows heavy 
            And rallies around the town 
               With it’s blackest clouds

But I sit quietly in the corner
    Of the room
       And watch the mechanics 
           Of the eyelid 

Long black fingers
    Have pinched
          My heart tonight 

Why? Because I have kissed 
    And thrown my head against 
       The wind
           Letting loose the cries 
               Tethered around my heart

There is no reason tonight
    Only the moth with tapestry  wings
        And my two lips 
           Move like stone

Do I look ridiculous now ?
    By the open window 
      Knowing how lightly you turn 
         Beneath the stars
 
I lower my head 
    And words of love
       Like a storm of comets
          Kindle a thousand fires
            In a night sky.

All has passed 
    As the clock and  limping time
       Curls up and sleeps 

 

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Malcolm Paul
Picture Nick Victor

 

 

 

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