Eye Witness Testimony

First of all, let me clarify
That I swear to speak the truth
The whole truth and nothing but the truth
So help me God
See, you may not think so
But even a girl like her had her morals
Dollars and pounds may not buy love
But she never once said love was what she sought
And she sure as hell bought her way into a lot of beds
I’d discuss it at length if the court cared
But time escapes me

See, the neighbours, they said she had daddy issues
She said she just needed to express herself
At a time when words seemed insufficient
The decrepit desire coursing through her veins
Igniting a fire that could only be extinguished
By what she believed at the time
To be feisty feministic freedom
And boy, was she feisty

Of course I remember her well
I remember her like I read it in a book
Right down to her luscious lustful lips that lulled men to sleep
Ignorant, naïve and young she may have been
So vivacious yet filled with venomous vanity
Thinly veiled as valour
She spewed hatred and anger
Hatred for herself, hatred for him, hatred for them

Why for them? Isn’t it obvious and clear?
See the world just sat there
Watched her broken and defeated
Though no one wrapped their fingers round her throat
Or stuck a knife in her gut
They just stood there spectating and speculating
Suspicious whispers floating in the air
Always talking behind her back
Never walking up to her face

Now, they would’ve said something
They should’ve said something
But they feared that if they stood up to her
They’d be looking in the mirror
They were terrified by the thought
Of what would be staring back at them
And in their selfish pride a part of her died
Subdued by the reluctance to abide

Then again, truth be told at the time she seemed cool
Of fancy rainbow colours and designer colognes
Might I even say a small part of me looked up to her
And maybe in a way I still do
But hush; let’s just keep that between us
For the record, that is not a tinge of envy

I apologize, I didn’t mean to generalize
They weren’t all so arrogant
Some of them did tell her to slow down
They did speak up but all she heard was a hiccup
They asked her to have a little self-respect
And in her defence she opined
That virginity is not purity, dignity or integrity
Rather lack of opportunity
In my opinion you ask?
Your honour, at this point
If it please the court I’d prefer to plead the fifth
And step down from the witness stand.

Silken Sparks

The ritualistic tango
A mating dance as old as time
Two souls as one
Body and mind meeting
In a moment never fleeting
When words become insufficient
Replaced by the touch of your fingers
The soft whispering caress
Of your lips on my skin
The tune of a Spanish guitar in the background
Or could that just be in my head?
Emotions exploding in the silence
As we express what so many have written about
Talked about, dreamed about even
But only so few
Have managed to set eyes on it
And less yet, had it in their grasp

Few could grasp for what we share is beyond the physical
My mental will tell you so
For countless times my lips found envy
As my eyes caress your dark hue ever so gently
The dance is not to be forgotten without cause to remind
Silently i declare you shall yet be mine
So if through poking the dance shall come to be
Then more should be expected from me

Then maybe I’ll let the silence linger
I won't say a word for fear that if i speak
The moment shall be lost
And this flutter in my heart
Shall become but a murmur
And the tremor in my legs
A reminder of what could have been
Let our souls sing that song
That only you and i can here
soft sensual lyrics that only the lovers' ear embraces

Then let's my love,
Live in that single moment,
Where the music shall play forever,
Fingers shall not lose touch...
Like a painting framed,
We shall dance for eternity...
Fear not of speech, my little bird,
Sing, if you must, every word.
Serenade our love with music & care,
Not of the world that stares,
I vow, my touch shall hide you from such glare.
So be still and breathe,
And live in this, our moment.

Then with your touch so splendid and candid
I’ll throw all caution to the wind
More than words could say
A velvet embrace if i may
To be so close, to feel so lost
And yet never feeling more found
A mesmerizing catharsis
And a soul clenching eclipse
Deftly devouring all inhibition
Inviting an exhilarating release
A rainbow of passion washing through my veins
The kind of passion that only you could evoke...

collaboration by Anonymouspoet1 and Checkmate

The Hardest Thing

With a smile on my face and that brave glow in my eyes
I cry and sob albeit quietly and silently
Those silent tears that only I can hear
That crushing sorrow that only the mirror can see
I don’t want you to see my despair
Nor would I want you to notice my dismay
For your sake I will shed my tears behind closed doors
For though I am filled with anxiety and scared to the bone
My pride for you reigns supreme over panic
So that when it’s finally time to watch you walk away
I will do so with my head high
And joyous peals of laughter
I will not allow tomorrow’s unknown to steal
Yesterday’s beatitudes
For I do not know whether the future holds we
Or if the crystal ball sees only me
But I know that I will not shut the door
And the closing chapter for this will not be written just yet
Just because the days will pass and life will go on by
And I will not see you as I would wish to
I will not erase the memories or ignore the next possibilities
Instead I will let the things that I am certain of decide tomorrow
I am certain that I know you,
I am certain that I cherish you
And I am certain that I love you

Obscure Shadow

The rain drowns the solitary teardrop
And with that it drowns the hate
The sorrow, the despair and regret
An erosion of all that was human in me
Leaving behind an unveiled void
A soulless smile and a heartless mirth
And I am left unremorseful and unfeeling
Simply an obscure shadow from the past

Lonely Ice

The sound of a thousand silences
Rings deafeningly in my ears
A sense of pride and self-loathing
Fills my heart
Overwhelming emotion sits in the horizon
Just close enough for me to want it
But far enough to evade my tenuous grasp

I can’t help but wallow in my loneliness
Strongly yearning the company of another
Wishing to hear a voice other than my own
Longing for the gentle feel of another’s skin

But this volatile fear will not let me
Genuine, tangible revulsion of the unknown
I’m terrified of letting anyone in
Exposing my vulnerability
Tearing open my honesty
To an unexpected show of hostility
Or worse still, pathetic, perverse pity