Tapestry

Bended knees won't make it any easier,
those torpid dreams are unforgiving – in
truth I should have stayed with you
welded where our touch ignites and senses
swell – chimera bites with venom-like
intransigence; it says you’re real!

A virus smoulders silently, destroys the
pits of loneliness and crystal structures
melded vast in fortresses security
This is no single episode or chance event
fates collude and time is bent and scrutiny
conspires to mend our tapestry

I never want see an end 

© 14 July 2010, I. D. Carswell

Wink

There is no better place to be
than there where things began –
in an instant you are poised at
the gateway to purpose and
meaning, and in a procreational
sense entertained by views
never dreamed any other way
than turgid lip to face

that too many fail this litmus
test of liturgy is disgraceful
meeting your maker mouth to
mouth takes no ingenuity other
than a lick of time compressed
into a chaste and honest wink
© 12 August 2010, I. D. Carswell

Clove Oil

Extravagant largess,
no limp coincidence
a scented muted magic
wafting messages olfactory
the massage that expresses
an indecent subtleness in
cupid warmth to leave
whole-body luxury

Indulgently expressed
as pain is laved away –
mysteries of antique
fragrances invade replacing
ordinary lexis with
exotic dreams
© 20 September 2010, I. D. Carswell

Respectful Sleep

Sleeping in your magic bed without
you there invents a mystery; I now
regret the atmosphere of doubt it
spawned that sleep imagined had
more clout than that consumed in
snores and dreams – it was a silly
scheme suggesting cynics had to
hold it by the ears in circumventing
fantasies. The truth in lies at best
belies what follows joyful sex, and
that relies on presences which test
the springs a bed always supplies –
and sleep then comes respectfully.
© 24 August 2010, I. D. Carswell

Purple Path Of Promises

never easy isn’t it, a sure-
fire way of making waves
that tangle tentacles of gloom
better not to think of it
or let assume that an
alternative could ease
the cranky agony

and so you saw no purple
path of promises adorned
along an ordinary avenue
that lead to love’s
enlightenment – no
scenic wonderland inviting
you to dance

but in a distant only slightly
out of view perchance
you glimpsed bewildered
by an avalanche of sound
embracing what is clear 
as the romance you’d
hungered for

it’s yearning at the door
with room for you – hurry
now the truth is tender in the
eyes and solid in the stance
those arms are strong desire
to hold you firm
forevermore
© 16 August 2010, I. D. Carswell

Call To Arms

Aching sinews pleased in 
pleasure’s artefacts are 
laced with piquant memories

Shuddered exhalations 
breathed in countless 
ecstasies narrate the ways

Do you feel again this day 
the weight of urgency’s 
unchaste demands –

understand an urgent
state reciprocating acts 
of juicy lustfulness?

Sated, yes, but litanies that
ache like these are calls 
again to arms embrace 
© 3 July 2010, I. D. Carswell

Plenitude

The play on words was softer than
the lips that spoke and said I am
beside myself in love with you –
a truth as grand as rising sun or
chiming of a birthing moon

And when you say you care for me
in gestures sweet that gift perfume
like flowers a-vase devour a room
I am no less empowered with this
this fragrant promise of such bliss

I watch your eyes to glimpse a glint
of precious jewels afire, motion never
stops, crinkled smiles are beamed
abundantly, perceptive sparkles buy
allure – and in my eyes it never tires

If this is love I witness here I wither
in its patient heat, melt to puddles
graciously and bathe assured your
golden feet – there is no massage
less to fete your molten plenitude
© 4 August 2010, I. D. Carswell

Left Buttock Cheek

That hand placed agreeably
on the left buttock cheek made
a potent statement, a somewhat
cute but clearly non-accidental lien
by chance placement ostensibly
through rigors of disturbed sleep

a clean sign of the Bungo Creek
brand, or a ‘this is mine’ mark of
modest ownership (minus bodily
scars) – but really an ear-tag in
effigy meant to bear data of
where agreed tenure applies

‘tho fears of sullied sovereignty
are allayed and the hand soothes
as it reassures, this event and its
happenstance fades into a niche
of shadows being closer to truth
than reality

mistake its meaning in innocence
and break with veracity, ‘branding’
proclaims where right with intent
prefers custody of said cheek, by
next week a micro-chip will
complete the arrangement …
© 15 September 2010, I. D. Carswell