Tough Love

Slithering on shards of bone, I bleed profusely now
rapture streaming from a fractured face
nothing to impede my passage as I seek the love
of she who sits upon the throne of grace

ebon hair cascading down on breasts of sculptured pearl
eyes that glow a luscious evil green
a goddess from the nether realms intent and hungry now
waiting for my lust to drain me clean

emerald skein
clothed in a haze
resolute and brazen

treacle breadths
and spirit sheen

cast me forgotten
in plainclothes warrior
worn

i was first foremost and last
the ember shrouded
edging out the watermarked
curling celluloid
into smoke

taste the future on my wrists
hot bow breath down the
wastelands of her spine
writhing soft as the oracles
pallet of tinge
wrapped in cascades
entropy wins

and the little values
of vertigo
spin

Ian and Loved.. By.......Duo poets

Better to walk the beach alone,
you too
Better to walk the beach alone,

Friends will gather,
as they call
your name
one by one.

Ian
and
Loved

Loved
and
Ian

Life can be so
very lonely
even when...
in a crowded room

Better to walk the beach alone,
never moan
one day the world
will you, alone own...

The small bard was
also ours!!!!!!

Must children born
in the dark of night
wake up to see the morning?

Why should they live
persistent in the mind,
why should they feed on thoughts
and grow great wings
to fly like bats beneath the sky?

Why must they haunt
my waking dreams,
these fey unholy children?

Why do they call me by my name,
why do they sing my song?

Their gloating is a symphony
of heartlessness
and humour,
their toothless grins,
and gaping eyes,
their distant mien,
their slimy little tongues