silly goose

I'm a silly little goose
sitting in the muddy pool
of your eyes.
Humming heedlessly
while we're apart,
feathers stained
as black as your heart,
blind as I always was.

a single week

Jazz seeps into the smokey
secret corners of my mind
sharpening lingering pain,
while summer rain falls in sheets,
and your silence kills the heat
where futile hope was born - and died,
in the space of a single week.

submissive

For loving such lips
I yearn to kiss
you punish me brutally
with absence and silence
a greater violence
than any torture
I could conceive
and I wonder my dear
if you're even aware
that in making me wait
you increase this ache
and by refusing to feed
this desperate need
you only succeed
in making me love you
more.

the waltz

We've been dancing
a waltz along this wire,
lovely and lonely,
in silent desire,
careful and cautious,
glancing away
as subtleties play
upon our tongues,
while we try to decipher
the riddles we weave
so others won't see
touch transparent
and passion inherent
as this waltz we dance
transforms into tango,
impassioned and bold,
consuming us whole,
corroding control,
and losing our place
together we brace
for the fall from the wire
into the fire
of forbidden desire
divulged.