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Touched
2000
Touched the mirror
Fell in the abyss
Dove through the water
Kissed my soul
Danced with death
Tears ran red
Burnt my heart
Freed the blood
Embraced the pain
Loved my night
Chained the fear
Rebuilt my fortress
Felt the dawn
Rode the wave
Climed the mountain
Flew on the wind
Netted the moon
The moon is the mirror
I saw my reflection
Touched the mirror
Facade
2000
Lipstick cemeted in its place
Smile fixed firmly on my face
Emotions vanish without trace
It's just my protective facade
The world, it's all not really there
And if it is I could not care
And if I could I would not dare
It might smash my precious facade
It's all about the masks we wear
So other people will not stare
It's o.k., we're not going to bare
The souls behind our facade
In Dreams
2000
He's the fire
I want to consume me
I could burn there
If he loved me
I forget myself
When I'm with you
I lose myself
While losing you
I find myself
In your eyes
And when you leave
Something dies
You're everything
To all of me
In dreams I walk
And you I see
In dreams you love me
I find you there
In dreams you hold me
And there I'll dare
He's the ocean
I want to dive into
I could drown there
If I dared to
Spin
2001
The washing machine
That is my life
Has moved into
Its spin cycle
Pushed down
I drown in the
Soapy suds
Of bitter experience
Bright and dull
The clothing, my clothing
The memories, I claim them
They race past me
As I languish in the
Dirt laden leftovers
All We Are
2001
We sharpen our
Weapons at the ready
To battle with words
Twisted
Probing to the dark
Recesses of our souls
Piercing our flimsy armour
Cause the other to
Betray
What they really feel
Then -
Laughing, we fall
Into eachother
Is it a kiss?
Is it a dance
To inaudible music?
Less than lovers
More intimate
Friends
Which is all we are
Peasants Merrymaking
2001
It travels the roads
Blue, and red throbbing,
No traffic lights here
To stop it.
He is hurled
Violently
Dashed to pieces
By its weight.
Proudly he exhibits
His punctured arms
The birthday present.
The cocktail that
He could not
Afford for himself.
I pull away
And turn to ingest
My legal chemical treat.
It Never Will Again
2001
Whimpering softly
To ease the wound
She crouches in shadow,
Blanketed by the night,
Protected in the dark,
Blending seamlessly,
Into a fantasy.
Her aching heart,
Pumping slothful blood
In circuits of misery.
And rivers of desperation
Run from her eyes -
The tortured reflections
Of a hapless soul,
In a bleak land
Who wishes with sincerity
That she were not here,
And this had never happened.
Or, failing that,
That it never will again.
To Sleep
2001
Sultry music
Caresses our bodies,
Experienced hands
Washing over us.
I watch you.
Make love to you.
With my hungry eyes
And eager thoughts.
I hold this moment
To keep.
But you lost this moment
To sleep.
Cooking
2001
the pan on the stove
as you are in my arms
butter and garlic
fill my nostrils, compete
with your scent of cloves
heat rising
sizzling, smouldering
flesh against flesh
oblivious we meld
into one.
Treasures
2001
the whispered rememberings
dappled rose
thorns give blossom
absence gave embrace.
once glossy with newness
of pairing
dessicated leaf
first gift.
an army of flowers
attack on your word
to seduce
victoriously.
it dwarfs my limbs
second skin
to wrap around
in stead of you.
instructions for fingers
clumsy, yet eager
to dance
in your praise.
tongue awaits speech
hidden in volumes
your key alone
will unlock them.
whispering sands
windswept shores
battered our
singing stones.
a letter to heal
faint echo your voice
on the wind
to treasure.
your scent on that wind
imprint on bed
dappled rose
whispered rememberings.
To make one
2002
Empty womb
Hungers to be filled
In national service.
A village to raise it
Two to create it
Made in love and sweat
Not alone
You need two
to make one.
Insulting bribes
Better to entice
Men, not women.
Those men cry out
"Where is our future?
Unwilling women!"
They never think
You need two
To make one.
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