Blancmange and Junket
Blancmange and junket, creamed rice and custard
Christ will someone give a man a steak
but I have no teeth my meals delivered
By people in white clothes, strangers who address me by my Christian name
I buried my wife and my children just vanished
I donŐt even know where I live
I share a room with strangers we all weep into the night
We know we shall die, unloved and unmourned
The young men of long ago only dwell in diminishing memory
as she looked my way all those years ago.
My greatest fear is I shall forget her smile, her sound
We made love, children, life
Where did it all go. Where did it all go.
Either Side of Ecstasy
My heart is whispering your name on the evening winds
My mouth forever sealed by your kisses sweet, so tender
My arms are longing to break the ache of your absence
With an embrace that shall capture time and motion
For I seek the still moments when breath is all and you are mine
It is the small intimacies that bind us either side of our ecstasy.
Game of Throes
The dimples on my lower back, press the heels of your palms inside.
Splay your fingers round to the front and grip my hips on either side
Tilt and angle me just so for your pleasure is my own and amidst the throes
Of passion spent the seeds of love are sown.
Lie to Me
I only want the sweetest of your nothings
The most intoxicating lies and endearments
Then from me you must steal my heart
Tis then I shall dwell inside you, I shall be home.
Before the book of time was penned I was going to be yours
Then eons passed and ships were sailed to exotic foreign shores
Then finally the time began and my hand you took to hold
My body now tucked next to yours, your mighty arms enfold
DonŐt let me go, donŐt break my heart, for I am ever yours
Just love my all, yes quite complete, and dwell inside my soul
Can you feel my love? exposed and raw, even Eros fears my power
I love you so my tender reed and with kisses I will shower
And time will pass and we shall fade to memory and to time
But nothing will erase the day, the day you became mine.
© Sher Gillard
Bio: Sher Gillard lives in Australia. She has been penning work for about 4 years and is addicted to writing. She writes poetry in several genres from love to erotic. She has been published by Rolling Thunder Press and Little Raven Press.