As the indecorous breeze does billow
ebb and flow of his dreams,
swelling a deep desire
for her to return
within each tide
As the unconscious ark of salvation,
sinks slow beneath his sleep,
drowning a deep desire
for her to return
he lies laconic
© Katypoetess 2016
Sunday 11th September 2016 12:44 pm
His unravelling - of sacred shroud.
The suffocation of
her melancholic madness
by cloth of self-belief
blesses a new beginning.
The emancipation from
Poetess to temple Papess
his ruin miraculously raised
to unrepentant penitent.
The revealing complete
unveils fervent holiness,
his new bride of a Christ
in divine ambiguity.
His lost gospel ...
Sunday 17th July 2016 4:59 pm
I’m here to tell you
that she is
My stars in the cold black night
My punk rock Queen
She’s a rebel
She’s a riot
She’s a muse
And I’ll always wear her heart proudly on my sleeve
her love is my energy
her love is my gasoline
and we’re burning bright.
Monday 11th July 2016 10:38 pm
All is peaceful and still and then, in the back of my mind
It travels like a wave, slipping silent over my head and
Around my heart where it stays and waits.
But for what does it wait and for how long will its
Patience last before it leaves me for good?
In spite of these uncertainties and my fear of its leaving again,
I still welcome its coming.
Monday 6th June 2016 5:15 pm
for your soul
in every passing stranger's face.
Knowing it is too late.
we met again
soothing all the pain between us.
The cruellest of dreams.
time through mourning
yet it cannot hold back dawning,
of my emancipation.
© Katypoetess 2016
Sunday 5th June 2016 8:44 pm
Sunrise lover from
Soft, warm darkness.
Light filters in at sunrise and
Rises from the floor and spreads to the ceiling.
As the room brightens, his form slowly comes into being,
Emerging from the rumpled pile of bedclothes.
Smooth, soft, dark and lovely.
I lie with him, my face resting against his.
In the half light I can just make out
His eyelashes, resting on hi...
Saturday 4th June 2016 3:50 pm
They say that the worst kind of grieving
is when the lost antagonist is still alive,
whether sudden as a spring swallow’s dive
or a slow wintered bewilderment in the leaving.
Buried, burnt or butchered cruelly out of heart
that did endure with vexation and veneration,
fear of being alone or guilt of being causation
of their final yield to the wind that blows love apart.
Sunday 1st May 2016 5:19 pm
If I had
would not be
for a kiss,
but to look
into the storm
of your eyes again,
Wednesday 20th April 2016 9:22 pm
Violation and depravity,
within isolation of this valley,
an extravagant medicine to take.
We pace the boulevard,
with no moral compass, neither
north or south in strip-sleazed haze.
Rolling violent dice
of drunken incomprehension,
morning sirens sing out my sin.
but the more I kneel before you,
the more you raise me to my feet.
What happens with us, st...
Sunday 7th February 2016 8:54 pm
From Emperor to Vampire, then a journey to resting place of amoral monk.
Dwelling in ruined fort, living in a sin of retired idleness. Momentary desires
to follow the birds south, he spends his days tending a garden of lilies in the desert.
Anthony holds his poetess captive for too long without his hands, she now writhes
naked and tied to column of lost temple. Tresses burnt dark ...
Monday 1st February 2016 5:55 pm
I arrive. Quickly turning bedroom from Rome into Alexandria.
Skin up, pop cork to dilute and delight blood with Bollinger.
Determined to mix up a confidence to conquer, my
Goddess summoning up a strip tease of your morality.
“The triple pillar of the world transformed into a strumpet’s fool.”*
Coiling concubine - arabesque around your thighs to
nourish exotic fantasy. Arching p...
Sunday 17th January 2016 7:57 pm
If she gave
in forgiveness –
would her shadow
of the past
of the future.
in the laver
submerged in her
Sunday 10th January 2016 9:50 pm