Nothing to Declare

Love.

Sometimes I don’t think it’s destined for here.

Love is beyond life, above it and after,

In and around, in our sadness, and laughter.

Sometimes we scrape the surface;

We taste the forbidden fruit.

Then we chase it, lace it, like narcotic abuse.

Haughty Culture

Oh cherry girl,

Fan of pink blossom? -

Funny you know,

As it doesn‘t seem so;

You won’t allow anything to grow.

Oh ivory child,

Taste for soft surround? -

Yet uncannily cagey,

Seems rather crazy,

You won’t cater for doves or daisy.

Oh rosey cheeks,

Susceptible to blushing? -

But love: conditional,

The fear: too visceral,

Avoiding the thorn; remaining miserable.

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*haughty* /ˈhɔːti/

adjective arrogantly superior and disdainful.

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Transcendental Resident

My soulmate,

You still reside in that space

That no longer materially stands;

Where our feet trace new paths

And pace upon parallel lands.

The pantomime of life

Must surely first play out

Before a panoramic view

Dispels any further doubt

My darling, I love you

No one will ever understand it

We could search the wide world over

And still be two steps behind it

I already know where you are

You live here in my heart

Won’t mean I’ll ever feel at home

Knowing we should remain apart

2018