by phillipw | Feb 9, 2020 | FA, LO
If Only Love L’amour est comme le vent, nous ne savons pas d’où il vient. ~ Balzac If only love were like the wind, as clear And as predictable as on our screens When forecasters pronounce, and as austere As mathematical statements, or...
by phillipw | Feb 9, 2020 | LO, RO, Uncategorized
The Greats Among the great “there is not one that hath been transported to the mad degree of love” ~ Sir Francis Bacon Not Yezid with Habiba, Abelard With Heloise, not Alexander great With love for silk Bagoas, the king’s hard Imperial thrusts...
by phillipw | Feb 9, 2020 | AD, DA, JO, LO, RO, UN
When I Wake Up, I am Absent from Thee ‘As ye are partakers of the sufferings, so shall ye be also of the consolation.’ 2 Corinthians 1:7 Two continents and long tides far away You live alone now and we sleep apart. The beauties of my high spec life hold sway,...
by phillipw | Feb 7, 2020 | LO, RO
A Toxic Spirit like HIV in Me An incubus or succubus is in My chest—too hard to tell if it is male Or female. It injects a mix of sin And sexuality. My heart is frail With stupid love and so it takes the dose As if it were prescribed for endless joy. That spirit...
by phillipw | Feb 6, 2020 | CH, LO, RO, ST
Recovery Road Forget the sense of melting when your chest Felt waterfalls of wonder from your soul, When tides came as a wave, a glistening crest Which washed your heart and left it kneeling, whole. Leave memories of warmth behind, the shape Which made...
by phillipw | Feb 6, 2020 | AD, DA, JO, LO, RO, UN
The Rest is Silence A vacuum-like presence fills my veins, My arteries, my heart, yes, mostly in My chest. These vessels for my blood have stains Still where pulse used to course. Each ulta-thin Tattoo that love has mottled on their walls Is ugliness made up...
