http://jantar.darkervision.com various poems & short stories Thu, 31 Jan 2008 13:01:49 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en Walking through the streets with all these dreams and ghosts, caught by a shiver of moon, a passing cloud - a passing moment of perfection in a sigh of stars, that bathe me in their distant glory. Walking through the streets, my heart a waiting murmur, my lips now pause for breath, one word: your name - and now the night (this ... http://jantar.darkervision.com/2008/01/these-dreams-and-ghosts/ Tonight I'll disconnect the phone and lock all doors and close the curtains. It will be me and my TV, some sushi maybe and some wine. The couch and comfy cushions now a small tropical island in a sea of quiet bliss. I'll start with something light and frothy - something that will make me smile: 'Arsenic and Old Lace' or 'Beauty ... http://jantar.darkervision.com/2008/01/you-must-remember-this/ The glamour of your face, your hair now loosened in dark waves: the sudden rightness of these moments - all of me now here in trembling awe, kneeling (praying) tongue-tied to your flesh and rising heat. (I need - I need so much to see you, taste you on my skin, embrace you and lay waste to years of caution, soft ... http://jantar.darkervision.com/2008/01/in-waves/   (I can see the shape of your dreaming and touch the stem of your breath.) Your lips surround me now. You take me in, like flames that taste the heart of the wood, and words on skin or bone-carved flutes, like a shock of warmth, as the butcher's hand or a priest holds up the heart of the Lamb. Your lips surround ... http://jantar.darkervision.com/2008/01/words-on-skin/ The grain of the wood, fastened and softened by time and breath; these pebbles so smooth, coated and left with the silk of dead waves; and you, all of you, your flesh so awake to my longing, my touch - and more beautiful yet than all these reminders that night will embrace us and change us in time. http://jantar.darkervision.com/2008/01/that-night-will-embrace-us/ Waking to the moment of your touch I hold my breath and body like an altar, like a kiss. (I want to hold your breath upon my tongue; I want to weigh your touch upon my skin.) As the light needs an horizon to submit its colours to the weight of night (I want your eyes on me, all over ... http://jantar.darkervision.com/2008/01/waking-to-the-moment/ You're like a Rembrandt, painted on the edges of slow moving, moonlit clouds, a promise that the world is full of wonders, new beginnings and encounters. My love, you're all the stories that will start tomorrow or tonight, and all the waiting turned to soft applause and laughter, all the moments that are left for me to love and hold you till the end ... http://jantar.darkervision.com/2008/01/slow-moving-clouds/   And when it ends it grows so quiet. Logic has a weight to it and so does magic. Love, when it is gone, moves beyond time and distance and it grows so quiet. http://jantar.darkervision.com/2008/01/and-when-it-ends/ Some journeys start like stories, some like dreams. (I can see the shape of your dreaming and touch the hem of your breath; these sheets, dressed in darkness, touching your flesh.) Strange journeys, strange frontiers, where some things end in stories, others move like dreams. (I can't see my skin through these fields of you; all my seasons bound to a touch of ... http://jantar.darkervision.com/2008/01/through-these-fields/ How sweet time feelswhen it's too late and you don't have to followher swinging hips all the way intoyour dying imagination (Leonard Cohen) When it's too late it is too late for everything. Too late to tell her how much you love her. How much you loved to see her move between the ... http://jantar.darkervision.com/2007/12/it-wont-be-forever/