In Leather, Words Bound

The lovers of yesterday will remember,
the sonnets,
the words chosen carefully,
select
deliciously sensual,
the lovers of yesterday...

The lovers of yesterday will remember the look in his eyes,
her eyes,
glazed,
full of desire,
skin sweaty,
sensitive,
wanting,
yearning,
the lovers,

know passion,
seek it
want it,
live for it,
it's written in history
in leather bound volumes
on parchment—discoloured
aged
delicate,
the lovers of yesterday

Oh, if only to be born yesterday...

Foolish Love

If I knew that today would be the last time that I would see you,

I would hug you tight,

pray, the Lord, be the keeper of your soul.

If I knew that this would be the last time that I would see you pass through this door,

I would embrace you, 

kiss you—

call you back.

If I knew that this would be the last time that I would hear your voice,

I would take a hold of each word and store it,

pull them out one by one, and listen to them over again...

If I knew, 

If I knew, I would tell you that I love you,

Shout it for the world to hear,

If I knew, 

I wouldn't take you for granted.

I'd want you to know—

foolish love,

If, I knew.

A Ride to Nowhere

Come, she said
on a trip that will astound you,
I'll make it worth your while, she said
Why...
What need have I for a trip?
What need have I for something I do not need,
nor have I asked for?
Why? Why, not? She reiterated.
Life is like this,
Like what?
Surprising, surmising, fantastical and whimsical, she said
I no not what you speak, I said,
these things mean nothing to me.
My life is perfect, just as it is.
Ah, the life of the non believers, the rule followers, the dare I say it, sticklers...
a cackle loud and piercing,
Look here, I said, I have said, no thank you, I've been polite, what more do you want of me?
Time.
Tick tock,
time,
tomorrow, there will be no time,
What ever do you say? I don't understand your hog wash, babble, incoherent, nonsense...
Dear Sir,
I'm sorry,
Sorry?
I am, for you,
you'll never understand—
this I now see.