The Adder

cringe
the adder slithers from your mouth
stinging with vile wit
piercing its fangs deep into my delicate sensibilities

But I grab those fangs
for they cannot break my flesh if i am strong
pull and rip them from my skin
bleed and sore i would rather

but your eyes
more willful than the asp
with longing depths a glistening aura
misplaced acceptance alluring

I embrace the bite.

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This is a poem I wrote someone once, long ago and oh so far away:

Magnolia Tree

Exotic textures of pure delight
Infiltration of my soul
Beyond words
Beyond logic

Satin Petals glistened
Their fragrance inviting wafts
Quietly sitting
Quietly yearning

Yearning petals wilt
Delicate perfection withering unnourished
Knowingly comforting
Knowingly late

Flourish from me
Another garden gives you light
There you must blossom
Then I contently admire

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I have had a pretty rough month due to various uncontrollable circumstances and so I felt it only just to write a poem while in this state. Here it is:

Winter has come to my Garden

the groves of shrubs tangled
heavy with bark

groomed with variable precision
lining the paths

I sit and wait in my garden
voraciously tending

They come to admire fleetingly
and sit on the tufts

With happy thanks they grace this garden
for many gardens lie waiting

and i continue pruning the turf
raking the stones from astray

knowing that spring is flippant
for gods random punishment lies here

winter has come to my garden
and frost caresses the petals

when others may abandon and wait
I continue and forge the landscape

let winter come to my garden
let the frost feel my touch

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These are poems written in waiting. Waiting for what? Well you figure it out.

- Away -

Distance makes my heart insufferable
I no longer have control
Fancifulness indulged
Looking over my shoulder to see nothing.

- A Dream -

I try to keep up.
The concrete slurs underneath my feet
Brick passing beside me
And you disappear

But following ensues
Obsessive needs nibble my heart
And doors swing open
And you are revealed

A visage that takes me aback
Unchanged but the sparkle unapparent
My heart quenches satisfaction,
Accepts simple presence

You speak with a candor sharp
Armor of denial fissured
Moistening the dryness of eyes
As you have in a dream

And you stand unsexed before
The authority of love
Backward glance wafted
Door shut

- Hello -

Hello
A long pause breaks the answer
I call again
Brief noises, a scurry.
Hello.
Who’s this
A name
Again left in waiting
Time coagulates
And the past burns cinematic
Hello.
How are things?
Weather.
Errands must be run
Tomorrow promises
Tonight is left to wonder