Cologne

Empty bottles of perfume
Wasted lives, time will exhume

Nothing ever lasts
Except fragrant pasts;
Sprays of passion,
Whiffs of desire,
Love potion,
Ribbed latex, stoking fire

Empty bottles of perfume
Wasted lives, time will exhume

Nothing ever lasts
Even fragrant pasts;
Sprays of laughter,
Whiffs of compassion,
Love’s charter,
Happy ending; first impression

Empty bottles of perfume
Wasted lives, time will exhume;

Nothing ever lasts
Except the residue in lovers hearts;

Empty bottles of perfume,
Come closer, inhale:
Love's waiting to bloom.

Between The Cracks

Between The Cracks

In the space between happy and sad,
The line between good and bad;
In the shadows cast by the setting sun,
The silence after a shot from a gun;

In the emptiness between a crowd,
A cocoon of grief bound;
In the light shadows of doubt, shroud:
Paths to new futures waiting to be found;

In the agonizing slowness of time,
In words with reason for rhyme;
In the madness of sanity,
We tried - losing to vanity;

In hate we found love,
In love we found hate;
In remembrance, we bow our heads low;
In defiance, we fight fate.

(Dedicated to Lil Mousie. Despite everything, you still end up giving me precious gifts. This time I thank you for giving me back my poetry . . .)