Release Me

Release me,
Oh wicked heart.

Once a prisoner
Of my chest,
Now the captor
Of my brain.
It's accomplice,
A once ignorant clit.

Fooling my brain
With the illusions
Of love,
A foolish notion,
Indeed.

Release me,
I say,
You traitor,
You fiend.

Set me free,
And let me
Run rampant
In the fields
Of logic
And common sense.

I refuse
To dwell
In this den
Of false nirvana,
Laced with
Disappointment
And heartache.

And still,
I bide my time
For the moment
My heart makes
A mistake.

It is then
I shall bury
It deeper away,
Never to see
Sunlight.

My time
Shall come
And it will
Release me.

Waiting

Sammy stood at the gate,
Waiting for Pete
To break the corner
At Old Man Jacob's house.

He was now
Two hours late
And Sammy was growing impatient
And suspicious.

Veronica said he left
Three hours ago.
Pete was bringing it over
And Sammy couldn't wait to use it.

Just as he was
About to go in
To call Veronica again,
He saw Pete swaggering
Down the road.

From his wrist,
Hung a plastic bag.
It had to be in there.
Sammy willed himself
To be patient.

He was tempted
To rant and rave
At Pete about his lateness,
But it would result in
His departure,
So Sammy went
Through the familiar
Salutations and small talk.

They entered
Sammy's house,
Pete handing over
The plastic bag.

Pete took his position
On the couch
While Pete extracted
It from the plastic bag.

He admired it for a minute
Then put it into the console.
He took his seat
Next to Pete.

They waited till
It loaded.
Then in the quiet
Of what remained
Of the Saturday afternoon,
The two men played
The latest version of
Halo.

I Love Love

I love Love!

I love the notion
Of walking on the beach,
Our words floating asea,
Carried on the crests of waves
And bellies of fish.

I love the idea
That we can look
Deep into each others eyes
And have a conversation
Without the weight of words.

I love the way
The fine hairs
On the back of my neck
Sway in the breeze
Of his breath,
As I dwell in
The strength of his arms.

I love how
He finds the rights
To all my wrongs,
The sunshine
In my grey skies.

I love the way
My hand fits
Into his hand,
How it seeks it out
In a crowd,
Transferring a strength
I fear I had lost.

I love how
He says my name.
Each syllable curling
Around his tongue,
Kissing my ears,
Calling me home.

I love Love!
A love
I have yet to find.
A love that goes beyond
The physical
And even the mental.

A love
I hope,
I wish,
I pray exists,
That involves
The mind,
The body,
The soul.

I love Love.

Blue

I once liked the colour blue,
Just for the fact
That it was blue,
And not green
Which had too much yellow,
Nor purple
Which looked too much
Like Red.
But now
I like red
Because it's red.