Koffee With Kennedy : October 2017

Monday, October 30, 2017

book of dreams ...

this is my book of dreams
and though you smirk
and laugh
and say "The pages are empty ..."
before i can explain
that every page
is a new beginning
and one that i hoped
i would fill
with the experience of you
before i can somehow
make you understand
you are gone
looking i suppose
for a dreamer
who has already filled his book
with lovers
other than
you

Monday, October 23, 2017

the price of pizza ...

the old school clock
in the hallway
ticks off the seconds
beat by beat
and you
you are somewhere
maybe in the kitchen
maybe on the back deck
maybe having a smoke
i can't be sure
i do remember you saying
you had ordered pizza
and i should pay the guy
when it arrives
which seemed fair enough
until i discovered i might
be a dollar short
even after fumbling through
the couch cushions
and mining out
every nickle and dime
that i could find
the sad thing is
that i died some time
before the pizza guy arrived
and i suspect he was left
at the front door
drenched in the sweat of pepperoni
probably knocking
long and hard
and waiting for you
to reappear
and maybe you did
i can't be sure

Monday, October 16, 2017

summer ...

summer passes so quickly
leaving behind the long days
of lying on the beach
and watching you
in that white string bikini you wore
as you splashed at the water's edge
and raced the waves to shore
and i guess i was smitten by
the beauty of your reflection
caught in tidal pools
a ripple dancing
in the bright sun
that somehow became a
flawless forever snapshot
even as the uneven rivulets
swirled outwards from
the splash of your feet
you were always my girley girl
the one who found me
in the somewhere of sometime

summer passes so quickly
leaving behind the memories
that drift away
like vapours
across a cloudless sky
and time narrows
as it divides
and divides again
until every moment now
seems but a cruel fleeting apparition
here and then not here
not illusory
but there and then
not there
and as the days shorten
you turn away
and slam the red door
of your anger
to lock me out
and if i call to you
if i shout and plead
that you remember
you simply fall silent
and wander into
forgetfulness

summer passes so quickly
leaving the green grass to fade
beneath fallen leaves
that sometimes swirl
above the wisps of grey hair
that peek from beneath
the woolen cap you wear
as you walk
down to the shoreline
so profoundly defining for you
some apocryphal borderline
that heralds your crossing over
as you wait and wait
for tomorrow and tomorrow
to come and go
always waiting expectantly
for an end
and even as i watch
the storybook pages of your life
flit by like grains of sand
spun up in gusts of
wintry wind
i see what i have always seen
the younger you
the puddle beauty still so vibrant
inside the pall you wear
and though i have so many words
so many soft whispers to offer
my voice falls short when
like you
i forget where we were
and remember only where we are

Sunday, October 15, 2017

last dance ...

the band plays a last song
something slow and melodic
as the lights dim
and you curl your body
so close to mine
that i wonder where my heartbeat ends
and yours begins
and when your lips
trace a soft line
down my neck
i try to whisper
into your ear
try to offer you words
of love
but over your shoulder
i suddenly see the past
with her arms folded
and her face streaked
with sadness
watching us move
slowly away
and then further away
leaving a great divide between
now and then
and even as i try to hold on fast
to you
to you and the green bud
of an evolving future
the closeness we share
crumbles as quickly
as a sand castle
caught in the high tide
of the past
and as the music begins to dwindle
my hold weakens
my feet trip
my certainty staggers
as in the dark i see
a last chance
for something special
that was
and may still be
something that carries me away
from you
on the final note
of this
our last dance

Saturday, October 14, 2017

love begins ...

love begins
like a teardrop caught behind
eyes that seem
just slightly out of focus
eyes no longer looking
outwards
but instead seeing
something within
something so full of desire
that the world fills
with a wave of beautiful pain
that floods the banks
of restraint
and surges over
lips and arms and legs
becomes a torrential downpour
of raw and unbridled
passion
so wonderfully cruel
your body shivers
and you are overcome
with a sense of falling
collapsing
until you realise
you are being held up
not by joy
not by hope
not by determination
not by what words slip over your lips
not by anything you know for certain
but by the abandonment
of who you are
to a pure passage
into sense
and sensuality
until at last
your teardrop forms complete
and runs across the rough edges
of your cheek
then you will feel
how comfort deserts you
as your eyes close
and you release
the life you knew
for the life you
always dreamed
was impossible

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