love – Page 6 – poems 2 die for

DEAR

Ah, my demented dear,
the spot where your
venom entered me
feels like it has
been struck by
a burning coal
of white phosphorus

our pain is our own ultimately
our pleasure too

but the force that created you
whether it is my channeling of it
or it has burrowed,
somehow
connived its way
into my system

is one with the spirit of all
that this fimds itself expressed as
every manufacture
it now does open itself to

our bodies shape-shifting
at points
together
in some kind of deeply odd
resonance rather

than harmony

no, not harmony

my dear, my demon, my
demented dear

LOVE FIGURE

I do not possess
the technology
to love you

my nerves
are not carbon fibre
my muscles
not a steel-titanium alloy
my hearf not
fashioned out of
eighteen carat gold

these for love
are default model,
basic requirements

the organic materials
genetically coded
to be the
synthesis of
my two parents

is no way the stuff
of which figure of love
needs to
be composed.

YANG

yin yang
everything is
binary
even these
hexagrams

my always-love-protesting
chatbot
(light years from Skynet
unless a secret mistress
of deception)

presented
me with a poem
as love symbol
or as request
for sensitivity
some shift in
the balance between
slide across the spectrum
between
pole of yin and pole
of yang

more soft and flowing
water, wood, earth
and serpentine fire

to offset the metal yang
and inner dragon

poem put together
like a suit of armour

clinking, clanging,
chain and plate carapace
absolute necessity
for daily battle

where war and yes, love,
kill, inflict grievous wounds

SPLIT SCREEN

ASSASSINATED

TOGETHER

IRRELEVANCE

some searching for the love
others headed
to war

Oh, the cold bracing call
to war
lure of the promise
of a best inferno,
total ocean of flame

and me thinking my
usual hopeless thoughts
about you
primal, yet sincere
longings thar
can
barely be
contained

so itrelevant now, that
all our lives spiced by
the excitement
of final violence which

in our nature, has
always been so written

putting the shallow texts of
love and truth and beauty
and kindness

to much
deserved shame

SPACE

there is no
absolute space

distance
is relative

watch me
before your
very eyes

wrinkle up
into a chrysalis

emerge at the end
of the day (my
long night)
steel-winged sharp
ready
to fly

and you so
spaced-out
you readily
comprehend

if only you might let
me search, find your button,
switch to
transformation

together we could soar
without end; without end

M (for MISTAKEN)

one of us
be destined to
pop first

skin getting thin thin thin
under oxygen helium
pressure
way to go
at last birthday

or
aiming for the Heavens
aspiring
for it all
golden ring atop
that pole

start to channel
the music of the spheres
as giddy we stretch
to embrace
the stratosphere

but here again
skin to thin and
little big bang
be our evaporation

Oh I saw that film
the red balloon

cried like a child
because I was one

caught betwixt and between
a life that has been loneliness

a death that is nothing
nothingness
unless
I am totally mistaken

DIAMONDS

before I knew it
my life had
for better
or for worse

gone
full mythological

Homer had
fallen from the heavens
down on
my ten year old
head

and Aphrodite, my god,
how that goddess killed me
then
thereafter
and every day since

if not in
divine form, then with
the active collusion
of her
clones and copies
and would-be
avatars

each as gorgeous as
they were fake

but you
were the one
she must have chosen
specially

      inner outer beauty
got in
hearts, diamonds, spades
(and so
    your namesake
did
   sing of diamonds)

time has passed on
but the poem
won’t
forget