Her Sweet Marionette

The door -
With a soft, gentle click,
Swung shut.
Locking us away.

She slowly turned
Around and danced,
Lurching gently.
Edging
Towards me.
She reached the bed
Where I stood –
The static image
Of silence.
She laid a single digit
On my skin – Brittle white,
And leant in close.
A caress leaving me,
Pushing me down.
As she imprisoned my breath,
I sank under
Her hypnotic seas,
Blissfully drifting with her current...

Oh – my sweet, stringless marionette,
How you possess me.

Across a Sunless Sea

A presence announced.
Before the eyes
Even meet the sound,
A rasping sigh
Whispers
And resonates
Through the night.

Suns glitter
And illuminate.
The pathway glowing dimly,
As a silent twin strides
Beside this walker.

Finally,
The shore is shown.
An abandoned ghost town
Of parasols
And deck chairs.
Memories of the earlier light.

Now it’s empty,
And she sits and
Watches.
White stallions
Pound the shore,
Galloping proudly
Across a sunless sea.

Fearless
In the face of their demise.
Proud and noble,
As the moon
Is smothered.