past presents the future

in synchronistic swimming round
let my people come
master hidden
mentors, muses
music soothes me
doubt assuages
teases, tortures
lay my soul upon my pen
let me lie with sleeping lambs
let my inklings come
flames console me
candles implore
floors for weeping
cool tiles to soothe
ice encases
sorrows, embraces
let my angels come

Copyright © 1998 by Marilyn McIntyre, All rights reserved

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the changelling

old friend you became my mother
the years were all so kind
and yet
i miss our naiviety that life
and time would always be our friend
i honour your passing
into your cocoon web
and yet
i search for you
in every casual encounter passing by
i miss you
and yet.

midnight snack

chocolate breasts
whipped cream thighs
honey suckled toes
the world is rich
in ripe desserts
when eaten without
clothes.
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And in between i write
up at seven
muffled dawning
coffee – eight
and in between i write
study horos
cut off contact
sunken nine
and in between i hate
masturbation
satisfy nothing
ten is saved for rage
in between i quit
wrestle paper
red of day
elevenses come buy
ice cubes, ginger
snap, to noon
drinks and tokes and lies
in between i hope
one for ponder
questions, cosmos
times for sleeping, learning
and in between i write.
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