On her Return

Perfection smiles.
She’s back.
Her hair cascades in lines of desire down across her tender skin.

She’s seen me dreaming.
She knows I’m there. Waiting.
I’m nonchalant in stance.
My heart is pounding.

She walks over.
Makes me wait an eternal age as she takes control.
I love the tease.
I know I’ll win this game.

How are you? I ask. My words aligned with love & kisses.
I place them on her smooth sweet skin.
My eyes gliding, flirting with every pore on her face.

We walk.
A simple, slow aimless path.
& She sits.
& my hands talk to her body in rhymes of want.

The world is right again.
& She’s here with me, though the moment’s still short.
We smile. & play & the world is right.

I cup her cheek. Her face so close & sweet.
I tilt my head.
& slow dreams creep, tiptoe in.

& the perfect one is kissed.

– How I succumbed to my fate!
© ed simkins 2016

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Escape?

Broken knives hover like eagles in the sky.
Bloodied wrist torn & sore.
Eyes drenched in pain
Heart sunk in anger.

I hear the call & stolen lies
Jestful tweaks of hate
Bloody minded you say
You know nothing of the volcano inside.

Frustration mounts in steps so huge
A sickness builds & throat fills up
Disdain for life, disdain for hope
Only solitude pacifies the mind.

A world of loathsome fear stares back at me
Hate & terror & those who kill
I’m tortured here by the control of others
Those of little wit & shallow lives

The blade dangles release within my grasp
If only eyes could focus on this shameful end
Then weakness of the heart & mind
Would in cave find sweet relief

Narrow cut & drowning bath
Water filled with crimson tears
Who’d care if human died
& man escaped by choice?

Oh bloody minded you repeat
With bullshit lines of ineptitude & understanding
Aggression held below the fakest manner
& poisoned spit withheld in cheek

Power told & chained neck brought back
Who I am to run off free?
That knife still circulates
Too weak to bring it sudden down.

~ horrendous bullshit & lack of power.
© ed simkins

Escape From Lust

In dreams which seduce & bleed the mind
& darkness from within the hours of day.
A child grooms her long fine hair
Seductive pose in mirrored lair
Our broken hero trundles down
the corridor in blinkered step
Sees illusions born of youthful want
Will he pounce upon the maiden known?
Or curve around the fearful corner stone?

Hidden in caves of solemn terror
the man he cries in lonesome deed
Scratching walls with fumbled lust
Nails well bitten & lungs versed in terrored scream
He stands erect in broken thoughts
Tights or legs or skirts of fun
Each delusion plays upon his fate
As wandering wishes delicately hate
A room locked of sinful passion kept
Eyes prowl through painful past
& take hold of soiled dreams, frozen cast

The girl, if demon child of love is known,
Smiles & portrays such wistful play
Lies & turns & escaped half-truths
As gritful shields protect her form
She sits alone in witches curse
Nursing work laid in blackened tones
Her eyes flicker flames of hellish heat
Luring me to death & crumbled feet
But such was the strength of brave lonewolf
That cave of light was a better choice
For though his inner blade of knife
Would in ample times have sliced
& cut & bit & bled her dry
& left her gasping with a morning sigh
He knew, as heroes often do,
That escape was & is a better choice

& there within the darkened room
His thoughts & mind breathed new relief
For though he sought & would, I’m sure, have delighted been
In maiden’s neck & fallacy
His sanity was then complete
With life & heaven & sanctity
But pray now tell the moral of this story told
I say on that avoid the beauty of a woman known
& life will safely gather round your mind
& gather forth
a happier time.

~ on escaping the beauty of an illusion known
© ed simkins