You Were Never Mine

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Conceptual Portrait Photography By Mariesol Fumy

In a place I call my own, under a canopy of stars,
I wait, for the sun to rise,
Of golden sun, stroking the fire,
To steal, yet a gaze at the light in your eyes.
My temple to feel the weight of your lips,
Our tears to cascade and mingle in kiss.
You disappeared long before I could say –
I want you to stay.
A lifetime of longing,
My love, my heart-aches;
Throbs and pulsates.
In guarded breathe
i’ll push you to the back, into the shade,
In memory you’ll remain,
Of stolen moments and kisses snuck.
Behind the face of night,
We shone bright,
But now I must take leave –
For you my darling were never mine to keep.

J.Calvert 2016

Forget Me Not

Forget Me Forget Me Not

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How can my heart withstand such a beating?
Like a gale thrashing inside my chest
In all directions; madly aghast
Lungs filled with choking breath
Damson and decayed -bones abreast
Throat gripping with despair
In dirt and girt
Tongue bleeding into the anthurium leaves
Bright blue lips
Forget me not – in curving spikes
Coil around my chest
Eyes closed in clenching thought
Taunted
Forgotten
Neglected
How can heart endure such a loss?

JCALVERT 2016

 

Corpse Flower

 
In wounds,
Open and stretching,
Brazed beyond the scabs,
Welt and weal,
Stripes and swell,
Mulberry red shells,
A corpse flower and a dried dwell,
Desiccated and shrivelled,
A frame of petals and bud,
Overgrown,
A skeleton walking on dawn,
Outlined by the burning sun,
Bounded to the ties, grasping the wrists,
Joints and junctures,
Indirection, forced rejection,
Dismissed in the game of love.

© J. Calvert 2016

Devotion- A Colloboration with Ax

i. He held her hand and began to tell a story Eyes wide and round filling with glory He painted the moon full in her honour And set in motion his devotion upon her To the skies above he declared … Continue reading

Chandelier Shards 

http://favim.com/image/1314041/Chandelier shards, broken glass, scattered over marble arch. The harps string broken, lies moping on the cold floor. Sweet melody no more, soon forgotten the sound of harmonious notes. The echo of hearts beat against the glass of fractured light. Flints in rainbows of clouded sight, stains love in splintered accents, the chandelier falls.

Left Desolate In The Wake

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All that ever was,

Everything that passed,

Between the two,

Left desolate,

In the wake,

Of the person who lay between,

Her face carved,

Into eyes,

Broke their minds,

No escaping what has become,

The past can not be undone,

A moment,

A scar,

Penetrates skin,

Blackens and disconnects,

Etched in their hearts,

A skeleton to keep below,

To conceal,

Buried deep below,

Broken hearts veiled.