Tuesday, May 11, 2010


Waking at dawn, a primal time,

little death, then the rise and shine.

Bellicose barking, blackbird alarms the

sun, who rips you from my arms.


Milk train rattles, postman swings,

The gate against the bin – again.

Eyes stay shut to daily trial,

Willing the darkness to stay - awhile.


Were you here, were you now,

did I feel you at all?

Your body inside me,

embrace like a shawl?

Breath on my neck?

Pulling me close,

‘gainst fear of losing

What I want the most.


You are the night , stolen to here,

kidnapped by dawn, a constant fear.

Dreams mislaid, to wake with dread, where

nothing is left but your heat in my bed.




(painting by Susan Strand)

20 comments:

Yodood said...

This would have been an excellent submission to 10th Daughter of Memory

word verification: sinchef — the devil

Yodood said...

BTW check out the narrator of my last entry to the 10th DOM, Between the Sheets, you may recognize her.

Nothingman said...

amazing amazing :) this is the kind of poem that I want to memorize :)

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Minx said...

Thank you both. Although not perfect, I kind of like this one!

mac said...

I like this, Minx.

I say everyone should hsve call in sick that day.

Minx said...

If you have a hot lover in your bed in the morning, Mac, then it is definitely time for a 'sicky'!!

Wanderlust Scarlett said...

Wow... Minx that was perfect.

Exquisitely intimate.

Thank you!

Scarlett & Viaggiatore

mac said...

Heck, these days I'd settle for a worm one Minx ;)

Minx said...

Thank you, Scarlett, glad you said 'intimate' - I did think it might be a bit soppy for some!

Mac, never settle for anything less than you think you deserve! Worm indeed - oh please!

pee ess - were you aware that we now have two dicks running our country? Have either of you got a spare bed - I think I might emigrate!!

rita said...

Very nice. Poignant. Just like a sex dream.

Minx said...

Nothing wrong with a sex dream, Rita, beats dreaming about washing the dishes!!

mac said...

Well, I type fast sometimes and my fingers are stubby and it was dark in the room so I couldn't see the keys well, I was wearing sunglasses, had a flat tire....

Shit, I was sloppy and didn't check my spelling. I am sorry. I meant 'warm'.
And, no. I will not settle, thank you.

On a happier note, I have a fairly big place with a couple of spare beds should you decide too many Dicks are over there. But, be aware, we have our share of dicks here too.

Minx said...

Jeez, Mac, I was just about to write that I was well aware of your dicks - thank God I didn't!!!!

mac said...

Sorry,
All I can think about now is the "Dicks" speech from the film Team America.

Debi said...

How wonderful to see the words flowing again. Long may they continue. xxx

Minx said...

Mac - heh heh - love that!

Yoo hoo, Debi, I am trying to flow, really I am....

merry weather said...

To all readers of Mutleythe dogsdayout

I am so terribly sorry to break this news:

Rob, the author here on blogger of mutley the dog, and my beloved partner in life died peacefully in his sleep in the early hours last Friday, the 21st of May.

I would have preferred to email readers privately. That would have been best, I know. So sorry. Simply it is this - I am heart-broken.

At some near time I will post properly, as Rob would wish - a celebration!

Regards

Kate

Minx said...

Thanks, Kate. I am devastated.
I will post something later when I have got my head together

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