Fishing in Cape Breton

Crisp
are the winds
that brought me to you
along the broken path
by the Ocean’s roar.
Jagged
were the rocks
that dangled beneath.
So close
to losing my footing
and slide
towards my demise.
Dangerous drops
rarely lead
to peaceful waters
and yet,
in all my meanderings
I failed to fall.
Rugged
was my resolve
in the hopes
that I too
could balance
on the fine line
that pushes
one foot
after the other
towards
the unknown.
Unfortunate
are those who strive
to maintain happiness
as a constant
instead of a rare pearl.
A thing
to be held close,
cherished
and observed
in moderation.
Happiness
isn’t a fish
you can catch,
but a fleeting moment.
Just breathe it in
and let it go.
Breathe me in…
And let me go.

February

Originally written on February 8, 2014

As the brisk cold caressed our faces,
On this slow Sunday on a Saturday.
The Universe came to a halt.

I watched through the window,
A statuesque passerby smiling.
The traits of their frozen face,
Speaking a language beyond words.

On slow Sundays on a Saturday,
It feels like I’m floating above the world.
Every step feels like I’m on the moon.
Maybe the moon looks down on me,
Envious of my lack of gravity.

Slow Sundays on Saturdays,
Make the winter nostalgia lessen.
The numbing cold becomes Lavender,
Or a rainbow of Spring flowers.
The sound of a jazz piano,
Amidst the deafening silence of this day.

Come take a walk with me,
On this slow Sunday on a Saturday.
Watch the world through the eyes of
A minstrel of the moon…

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Terre connue – For S

19 janvier, 2019

Aujourd’hui, mon amour, j’ai le coeur lourd.
Non pas des éons qui nous séparent du monde
Alors que dorment les passants insouciants.
Mais tel un poids attendrissant,
Un bleu immédiat
Se prononce au fil du temps, sur ma douce poitrine,
Ton absence me pèse.

Tu es bien trop précieux, mon trésor
Mais tandis que les flammes caressent mes genoux,
Assise patiemment, dans l’attente de ton retour
Je sais que je ne puis te briser
Car ta force est celle des étincelles des cieux
Radieuse.

A se demander, parfois, comment dire?
La pluie fait fuir les goutelettes
La montagne assèche les rivières
Par le feu qui brûle en toi,
Incendiant mon coeur, ma personne, mon tout.
Je suis libérée de nouveau,
Des chaînes
Qui me penchaient vers le passé.

Corps nus, entrelacés
Nous avons créés en nous un foyer
Une demeure inconditionnelle
Toujours prête à accueillir
Notre amour secret aux tôt réveils
Arômes de café noir, sirop des dieux
Amour incarné au petit déjeuner.

Jamais ne n’aurai espéré
Rencontrer un autre ange, venu d’ailleurs
Diable, vêtu d’un costume bleu marine
Doux rêveur, amant à la main lourde
Nous sommes tous deux, Sisyphe
Chaque jour notre pierre,
Chaque minute notre montagne
Encore, une fois, toujours.

Si demain, le destin t’arrachait d’entre mes mains
Je ne me briserai pas, non.
Le temps des brisures est résolu.
Mais un trou noir remplacerait mon coeur,
Aspirant petit à petit les flocons avoisinants
Jusqu’au jour où je te rejoindrai,
Quelque part dans l’Univers.

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Bunny 🐇

Deer in headlights,
Sublime emanations and elevations
Poet pierced earnestly
By an artist’s flair
For the unknown and the unusual.
A rabbit in a hole,
Ready to eat your secret garden.
Shhhhh…

Sous la lune

A la tendresse de la lune,

J’entrelacerai tes doigts dans les miens

Afin de mieux sentir résonner

La fréquence de ton âme.

Dreams

Occasionally when floating on my boat of dreams,
I become aware of the nebulous sea of regret rippling under my vessel.
Am I living in a constant state of denial,
Or am I simply appreciative of better times?

Occasionally my smile crisps itself into a stone line,
And my thoughts race back to another side of my mortal reality.
Am I just another memory to one of my memories,
Or am I flesh and bone that can be touched?

Occasionally I hear the pitter patter of the rain on a tin roof,
And it brings me back to a long ago place I once knew.
Am I sure the sensory appreciation is real,
Or am I simply a projection of a non-existent former self?

Occasionally I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders,
And it seeps down into my hidden soul.
Am I truly awake and aware of my existence,
Or am I merely dreaming…


Poem written in 2015.

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Hot Haikus

I’ve been thinking of you, lovers. Until we meet again, here are some hot haikus to get you through the week.

 

daddy’s little slut
whispers that make my legs shake
until we come together

 

when i touch myself
warm lips uncontrollable
even angels cry

 

forever ready
pounding away till night’s end
your faithful strap on

 

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