Recycled LoverA new lover:Recycled Lover in Free Verse More Like This
All sweaty palms and flushed cheeks,
Goosebumps and stutters
A heart of delicate glass.
Her eyes see summer sun
Kissing his hair, his skin
Snowflakes stuck on his eyelashes
Every season looks good on him.
He is wool sweaters in summer,
Quiet nights with cups of tea.
He is strong hands and a strong will,
She is strongly attached.
But practised hands become careless,
Fingers set too far apart.
She shatters on the floor
And tears stain soft cheeks where kisses once lived.
Endless feet shuffle through
Scuffing shards diamond-sharp
Into blunt dust, sand,
Salt rubbed into a gaping wound.
And then another strong pair of hands
Scoops the fragments and compacts them
Into a new form, new whole
To fit his own mould.
But pomegranate glass has hardened into jade.
She will never be as smooth
As new, or shine with her old lustre
For she is now a recycled lover.
Night ScienceI move through the heavy metal doorNight Science in Free Verse More Like This
Into a night
Swaddled in oxygen thick
With hydrogen's clotting clusters.
Street lights stand
Bearing witness to my presence
In the clammy atmosphere.
The horizon emits a faint
Chlorine glow as though
A million tiny phosphorescent
Spores are planted there.
As I step
The remnants of mountains
Microscopic edges wearing down.
I am a solitary astronaut
In this barren nocturnal scene
Not a sound inside my helmet
No faunal chorus tonight.
But the night's spectrum shines overhead
In gravitational embraces
Warming, compacting, illuminating
A vacuum ever active.
For a thousand fractured seconds
I watch the galactic ocean's ebb and flow
A miniature observer
On this planetary island.