A Poem ... Jubilee Morn

Jubilee Morn

 

Black coal eyes

Shielded in shame

Unnatural lips

Whisper a name

Night and day

Blur into one

Morphed bodies

Burn in the sun

Dancing and laughing

Revel at will

Pain and pleasure

As close as a pill

Leaving a trail

Twisted and torn

Crying alone

On a Jubilee Morn

A Poem ... The Flame

The Flame

Distant memory

  of  long quenched flame

The body older,

  the heart the same

An electric touch,

  unexpected spark

Leaps out,

  the misty dark

A dazzling smile

  from perfect lips

A gentle kiss

  my heart skips

Awoken from the

  uneasy rest

The flame ignites

  in my breast