The Two Of You

He resembles you:
footsteps, the same frown,
the same small world
dotted all over with stars.
When you go along the street
together, the two of you,
how difficult to know
which you are, which you are not!
So alike now, maybe
you can't go on living
like this, being so alike.
Since you are the fragile one,
the scarcely existing, more delicate one,
you're the one that has to die.
You'll let him destroy you,
let him continue living,
imposter, the false you,
but so like you -
no one except myself
will remember what you were.
A day will come -
because it will come, yes it will -
when looking into my eyes
you'll see
I'm thinking of him and loving him.
You'll see it's not you.

Lost In The Wind

Her eyes are the ones you look into
and her voice is what you hear.
But my eyes can only see you
through a fringe of ever-tear.

Her breasts are kissed by your lips
and your lips whereon her lips lie.
But my breasts cannot feel your fingertips
as they glide softly by.

Your hands beneath her silken dress
moving up her slender thighs.
But I cannot feel your loving caress
nor the warmth of your sighs.

Her fingers reach out to touch you
guiding you into her core.
But I can only dream or wish to
hold you close forevermore.

Her worries become your dearest care
as the two of you entwine.
But I hold on to a love unfair -
a love which is never mine.

Her smile is the one you cherish most
and her laughter your dearest song.
But my smiles are forever lost
behind the sorrow carried long.

Her hands are the ones you hold,
the ones you consider to be real.
But my hands have grown cold
and have forgotten how to feel.

Her love is your chain
that binds your heart forever.
And my love is a pain
that her broken chain can sever.

But her hands hold the glory
and the power to attend.
And my love is the story
which was always at its end.

Our love is a phantom or ghost,
a banshee in the night.
It's a reminder of what we've lost,
to what we have no right.

It is this love we long for,
the wind blowing through our soul.
And I am the still rain falling more
out of grief than sweet console.

We never had a start
but simply met at the end.
And somehow you managed to kiss my heart
that was lost in the wind.

Darling Rose

I woke this morning
and plucked you
from the garden.
Your fragrance drifted
upon the breeze;
and I felt like a goddess
having captured you.

Your soft skin
blushing in the light,
a roseate shimmer-sheen.
Your green scarf
tied about your neck
to seize the cold dew
that kissed upon you.

I walked quietly
as not to disturb you,
but you slowly
opened your eyes
and stretched toward
the waking sun.
I saw you open.

I touched you
and wept tears,
remembering one like you
that my lover gave
at a time when he loved me.
He, the stem,
that held you,
that held me ...

both of us now dying.