Hypothesis

my hypothesis was a goodbye kiss
at the step to your front door
instead a hug and peck I got
that left my cheek feeling kinda sore

I reached deep into my pockets
pacing down the cobble stone lane
but turning them empty inside out
I found only lip balm and change

it was a smoke I hoped most to retrieve
being the only console I knew to relieve
my mind sighing for sake of my weak heart ache
and the brake in my momentum
of your hand I intended to take

The Chemistry Question

you looked at me and said,

      "I'm quitting them."

I paused for a second and replied,

      "well then,
      what hope's for you and I to begin?"

you smiled knowingly and mouthed,

      "only to end..."

I cried,

      "this isn't fair!?"

and again you were there
with a hardly gentle thought,

      "this is how it tends to be,
      don't you see for fate's direction has no mend
      it just lends to despair: your continuing to care
      for all life's unfair; that's us, our burden to bare"

in one final dare I questioned our chemistry
you didn't say straight away but resolved eventually,

      "there's no meant to be...
      or in between...
      so stop excepting anything but my friendship."

Helen

she said to me confessing openly
she's read my work and she knows
of the truth and hurt which I write
but spurned my words for real life
is worse for thought than the love
she dreams of laying in bed at night

when she closes her eyes her mind finds
a love less like the way I describe
and even if a notion held too high
she'd rather try and risk falling than resign

I stepped back for lack of reaction
and exclaimed I admire your desire
but I can't pen any thoughts that nice
fairytale fiction to my logic won't suffice

unbarred your heart is a clean canvas
that's a power I hope you can harness
'cause it's few and far between; so uninhibited
limitless love is the crux of the fearless

Spring Soil

turn up your brow, raise up your eyes
the sunset sky's on fire with dusk nigh
bathe in and drink down it's golden glow
place low beneath spring soil your sorrow
toil with care, water it and watch it grow
and as you kindly nurture it you'll notice
that your previous season's sad, sullen tone
now wisely and timely and fertile sown
won't take long to turn and burst to show
itself as a beautiful, budding new beginning
a sign of the cycle of love, loss and living

Paper Cup Lust

spring is here and you're beginning
to talk to me again
we're drinking in the front yard garden
and I nonchalantly mention
I can't remember how we used to be
the conversation's filled with awkwardness
and I tell you how you're appearing
in my dreams less and less lately

you don't raise your eyes from your feet
just stand there and reach for my hand
but the gesture's interrupted
by the guests who're tripping and stumbling
down the steps of the front porch

I see your intention, which makes me smile
so when the distraction's passed I give you my
open palm and you gently let
our fingers melt and intertwine

the red wine emptied from our paper cups
stains soft the white insides and rims
as you tip the last drop into your mouth
and I watch your crimson lips

I kiss you and you at first seem startled
but you quickly assume how we last were
the chemical reaction is concrete setting
so reliable are your actions
at my passions and advances in relapse
and as the wine you stain me harlot red

I can taste you with every sense
and your defense lingers transparent
of trying to hide your seductive contentment
in getting my pride tonight

Love's Smudged Grey Lead Letters

my heart's in crisis litigation
with a barred romantic license
this end's a surprise most surreal
and despite my head full of thought
this separation leaves me empty of all to feel

as my meaning to you; you slowly peel
and pry away sees this remuneration deal
as grey lead writing on our papers
tired erasure turns the thick, white pages
smudge lines of stained soft haze

as these days blur and I lose myself
I realise with this situation I've poorly dealt
I'm repelling all instincts to move on
finding the demon inside me gives good reason
to break down my picture of us

but his prong stabs sharp with pain and longing
and watching you with him I know
you've forgotten me and everything
and through the slots of the bars of my heart
you're slipping past, dripping ever so slow

Dearest Duncan

I do not believe in destiny or that 'meant to be' exists
however; best and great friends is a fate we make to persist

we've a bind that aptly knows what to take and what to give
and a consistent satisfaction in sharing what it means to live

it grips us determined and tightly; the awareness of life and death
we both strive so like-minded for the value of every breath

I've not known another to meet my patterns of thinking so concisely
if there's such thing you're it; my soul mate, I love you precisely

because...

when I need you there's no tiring asking
or too hard a question or too imposing a task
as always will be, the most that matters
is you know to me what and who you are

how far I'd reach, how long I'd drive
how many continents over which, I'd fly
so in an instance I could remind
you that there's no expense I would not spend
to give of myself and my time, of my heart or a piece of my mind

remembering back Sunday school is where we met
and who'd have thought for it's course this it would set
so in debt I guess I'm grateful for our lives together
though close we only became through addiction to similar pleasures

our history and friendship is the solid that I know
and for the strength of it not a thing can overthrow
and without you my world and I would have little to show
for the vault that my heart is within it's walls you and I and this are stowed