Time
ad infinitum
Man you talk of a time
ad infinitum
we will not be therein
then what cream
would you cherish
but simply white and human!
I wonder man
at least enjoy your today
when life came about
all was cold
now to heat we are becoming
touchy and bloody bold
what the hell
those who were iced
now enjoy heat- like
and
those like we two
only love to play
the politically poetic dice
the game of cats and mice
which is your side
for a ride?
AND

Your beauty beyond comprehension
bleeds from Azimuth to the stars
tender petals frozen in blue light
pique at the dawn in delight

As your fingers glide
smoothing air soft fingers
through colours poured to dye
and paint a Monet of illusion

Crossing my eyes on southern stars
receding from the night,
bereft, hopelessness my plight 
the loss again of my habitat 

The fondly brittle white petals
lay across my naked breasts
nipples harden at hot tongues end
as hands frame the ribs of Adam

DIFFERENT ROADS

Life is movement and change
and nothing is ever the same;
for the worse or for the better.
one finds a different way
and rejoices in the finding;
the other is left behind crying
trying to understand the nature of loss
and the pain of ending.

If there is a fault in this life its a lack, of time, as I drift towards an enivetable conclusion to my story, this ravaging path of pain I crawl each night is just a piece of the encyclopedia of me, looking back the lines blur, knowing what I'll never do or see tears at the fabric of my being, those foolish little girl dreams are slowly fading into the black and I grieve for what should have been and brooding I've made an art of silent sadness, my hamartia is remembrance not mine but of me.