Not Since Grief

not since grief has savoured wound

and the green man paddled endless

the long stem roots the teeth of tree

mouth full of fruitless reasons stoned and peeled;

not since life has traded limb for substance

and the green maid straddled bare skinned

love on a bright day of salmon

star eyes conceal a winking as sun sets crystal maze;

the truth of bud of flower bloom of vine distilled

cross-bow tied and tongue dyed bright and sprightly

spring smokes endless drawbridge on the castle of her thighs

and I lay still as weed, dead as snow;

I have grieved this day thirteen times already!

a grief of limlpess tidal waves on bridled showers dried

on solitude on soviette on glasses raised for shield and sharpened sword

who am I when I crave for sleep and nothing more?

and oh for the wind that whispers silent raindrops through my brain

you are not here I am not me I am not here yet I am

who are you to rest your tender breasts upon my scar?

am but a lunatic an asylum slave for solitude and a safe grieve;

lay still and let your heart beat solemn to my prayer

a ghost of what was once a better man I cannot show

love me who I am

a man with soul with substance though a million miles away

love me who I am

and with all my heart I promise you, one day

I will find our home

I will come home

I will stay;