The following love poems are dedicated to three special women who knew and loved me. Thank you for coming into my life.
After Manon
Tonight shall remain
A part of the day
When thoughts are scrambled
Like brain fry at an Indian café
The band vomits a version of Get Back
Stragglers gaze into overflowing ashtrays
And leftovers on plates
While a couple dance in death throes
It begins to rain
Everything is washed
The dirt, the lies and the hopes
All mingling in the slush
The feeling, touch and belonging
Lost in a haze of cheap perfume and sweat
Manon has left a day before
To frolic in the sun
It is the night of the dark moon
When I am left alone
For the demons to come
To possess my soul
To Mary
This is not the time to cry
It is the time to die
To burn in passion
And fly away into the night
Love is but an orgasmic trance
From which we emerge
Blinding ourselves with illusions of trust
When all along it’s simply lust
There will never be a hello or goodbye
Just suppressed subtle nuances
That surface time and again
To moments of momentary lust
For the mother of my son
Was it love or was it trust?
Was it passion or was it ‘mast’?
How can one say after all those years
Of sharing and hoping and caring for us?
The warm summer nights
The long silences of tenderness
The sweet breath of an embrace
All erased with just a wave
Who was right or who was wrong
Where was love when we needed it most?
Questions remain of what was true
When all we should have done
Was to be together through and through
marculyseas 