When he was older and not quite so young,
I remember once a strange obsession.
An interest in a girl,
That despite her prostestations,
Continued without rest and without concessions.

She did not care for his intercession,
In her tiny life, she wanted no impression.
From us or our kind, without charm or great beauty.
She wanted something better, someone who would,
Fulfil her desire for an image entire,
Of what she thought was right,
To complete her life.

She was an obsession, He thought of her often,
Too often for comfort, Too often with pain.
For he'd never have her, no matter how many times,
Her name he would write,
Or how many times she would be in our sight.

He'd wake up every morning, long after the dawning,
But, with darkness nurtured within him.
We fought so hard to contain all the pain,
The desire for that girl created.

I'll never know where the pain he felt came from,
Or where it drifted and subsided.
All we knew that he wanted to be free from the suffering,
By love or by death, we cared not.

She would never come to us, but he couldn't see,
Driven by passion, by her scent fashioned.
'Til one day she was there no more.
Then the pain faded, by her absence aided.
No more down that path would we wander.

Through darkened lanes I wandered.
All around I could hear, but not see.
Until I came on a house with lights,
And voices filled the air with cries of joy,
Of laughter, innocence and fun.

I joined the heaving throng, saw happy faces,
false in the belief that freedom they had found.
No jailer to keep them captive for a night.
Children unleashed to drink and smoke,
Becoming adults for a while.

Sweet taste of freedom granted,
Some drank too heavily from its liquor,
In truth, literal, a draught excess.
Some no longer could stand upright,
Emptied stomachs, and dripped with urine.

Others less with juice their minds intoxicated,
Listening to their loins went to the cockpit,
A smaller room set down below us.

There the sexes tried to mingle, one on one,
Then there were the rejected singles.
The air was thick with wine and hormones,
Trembling hands and rapid pulses,
Inexperience and confused senses.

Young bodies, last seen
In clean, fresh, school uniform.
Listening and learning.
Talking of children's cares as though important.
Of course, to them they are.
They know no better.

Now look at them.
Girls who would giggle and huddle in groups,
Boys who would squabble and fight in gangs.
Now separated from their same sex friends,
They explore the hidden promises that lurk,
Within the flesh of opposite gender.
Positioning themselves upon each other,
Creatures stretched upon the floor.
Not knowing how, but pressing lips,
Hands unsure, to touch what next.

Walking as though in a dream,
I climbed a hill, never ending it seemed.
When starting I walked into the night.
Heard nothing but the crunch of footsteps on frosty ground.

As I climbed the hill I grew warmer,
The effort of climbing and my speed of walking.
The darkness seemed to falter,
As reached the summit of the hill,
I stopped, I turned. I saw the light,
The light that burns the day from night.

But, I could not see that.
I thought the light that burned so bright,
Was of earth created in the night.
I saw its reflection in a lake,
A lake so large I had my doubts,
Of its existence or whereabouts.

I saw flames across the lake,
Flames towering so high it made no sense.
A fire burning so fiercely I'd hesitate,
To suggest its cause or hazard its fate.
But, then I saw the flames grow stronger,
The truth of which could be hidden no longer.
For I could not look at it no more.
The lake had gone, the sky grew light.
The dawn had come.
Demise of night, days resurrection.

There is a place in space and time,
That once an experience became mine.
The place it happened was not so important,
But, there I found someone to talk to,
There, I found someone's daughter.

I came upon her home by chance,
One summer day long past.
Partnered by a friend I came,
Curious to meet his girlfriend.
More than that I did not intend.

I didn't like the place that much,
The area was far too rough.
We stumbled upon a house like others.
Inside I didn't know what I would find,
That day in summertime.

I entered a home that was not my own,
About it I new nothing.
My friend displayed his girlfriend to me.
She was pretty, but quite ordinary,
I suspected nothing.

The host and hostess left me waiting,
Alone inside a room.
Nothing to arouse suspicions.
Windows open, birds singing,
Scent of grass and cool breeze blowing,

Not a moment before,
The existence of such a spirit I would have denied.
But in a moment that certainty died.
We had existed, never meeting
Confused thoughts, hearts beating.

Sense the living, breathing soul,
A feeling so enervating.
A joy to behold for me.
Pain and sorrow mixed with wonder,
My heart has now been split asunder.

She spoke to me of her confusion,
As though I could provide a solution.
But, now I knew there was another.
Someone whose soul was just like mine,
Adrift, alone in space and time.

This house had a staircase like many others.
It was there she stopped to say goodbye.
For I was leaving on my own,
Reluctantly returning home.
I didn't much like this place I was leaving,
But the creature that stood there was, yes, most appealing.

The wooden staircase thrust support as she leant against it.
Unconsciously she wrapped around it, stroking wood inanimate.
I noticed how the slightness of her form contrasted with the structure.
The hardness of wood and the softness of flesh.
For a fixed point in a space, a warm embrace.

The girl mischievously eyed the boy before her.
She swayed and she fidgeted. What did she want?
She pursed her lips and she smiled most alluring,
Unaware of the needs of the boy who she toyed with.
She said I could visit her when I liked,
And she said that I'd always be welcome.

I left her with a smile and I waved her goodbye.
Her attention was held and it focussed on me.
But when I was gone she'd soon forget me.
Just a memory of a day.
Until another would see her, amuse her and play.

Before that great moment, I'd wandered alone,
Not knowing why emptiness crowded inside,
I thought that I'd be alone 'till I died.

No peace would I find until I had tried,
To gain her attention.
But left on the seashore,
Overwhelmed by the tide,
Vacant inside.

Spirit of desire why do this to me?
From your vice-like grip please let me go.
Give me luck of the dice, give me another throw.
So that I might fight, and defeat my foe.

A love that is wrong, this cannot be.
What must I do?
Please help me break free.
I'm in darkness, without sight, the way out I can't see.
I live life, but worship death.
pray to the spirit that now tortures me,
That soon I'll be left to gasp my last breath,
And peace I will find, without love so obsessed.

Waves of black,
Come take me back,
Sea of darkness,
Hope is what I lack.

In darkness met, a crowded place.
Two friends that day tried something new.
Two lips that met, two souls apart,
Not joining then, experimenting.
No passion then, just curious.

All other kisses had just been friendly,
But this one looked for more.
Something that was not forthcoming.
Passionless, a kiss like marble,
Beautiful, though cold to touch.
No spark, no warmth, no life, no hope.

What did they want, if not each other?

To run my sensitive fingers through a garment,
To press to my face and draw breath through the shiny, luxuriant fabric.
To enjoy faint scent that freely elevates,
Its moistured source does truly enervate.
Never the private face that it longs to be.
So naked a reminder of pleasures now unseen,
Unfelt flesh, a fantasy remains unseen,
Among thoughts of trepidation and violation.

She is everything without a face,
Of her person only a trace,
Remains upon this object.
A taste of which illuminates,
Power to control, to dominate,
A strength the centuries indicate.

The universe two faceless lips,
buried deep, a living pit.
To drive a wedge between those legs,
Where she is everything.
The darkest joy awaits the visitor,
Secrets still linger between those thighs,
That warm, dark place that is so comforting.
The promise of sweet release and relief.

Once you thought it would last forever,
Thought that you were, Oh, so clever!
You didn't see what was so wrong.
Your heart was full of lonely thoughts.
Your wisdom clouded by your love.

Still it lasted and was good,
And a family too, your love withstood.
Then one day he let you down,
He took another and made her his.
He never told you what he was doing,
Betrayed your love without you knowing.

Why he did it, you'll never know.
To you his love he'll no more show.
Your good sense tells you he must go.
Your heart pleads 'Don't let him go!'

He says he still loves you so, And you believe him.
But, when he makes love to you, He thinks of her.
When he makes love to her, Does he think of you?
Do you want to share him, until you grow old?