Just how you go

[grant hayes]

Closer to tears’ itch at the lids, closer
to feather tread in the shards' litter,
your faithless breath is cradle still, bent
around the mewling tongue I am. You know
in your croon, I, breaker of poems,
am soon a duty done; another
blink, and my watching plea, pure as desert,
will shut, set loose your midnight, let you
ply the joys my need fetters. I know,
my love, until my bones, just how you go.

[Parkinsonspoet]

Vivid with so much colour and detail. So much in a small poem. Thank you for sharing this but it makes me want more

[grant hayes]

You were, in that pocket of trinket years,
the slim dancer, drinking down the night
of chance, the swiftest handful, hot
for bed-set eyes, for chiselled pick of droves,
mad for your motion. You rode
from song to daybreak, ruled the hook and banter,
mouth and thigh; the duchess of uptown
brittle heights, you’d pluck the prick-star canyons
bare of their alpha-branded light,
you merry raptor, siren-slap to manlife.

[grant hayes]

It could keep going.

[amenOra]

It speaks to me! Love the apostrophe usage, double whammys lol. And the idea of "sound" palpable to me- from the top of the tongue, atleast. "Breaker" of anything -- ! Awesome. And then the drop-off, the stab of reality indescribable, there, I recognize. "Duty done".
O it speaks to me with everything.
Cool and like a desert littered with bones itself so seeable.

[grant hayes]

Your enthusiasm for this piece warms my heart, amenOra. That I can hammer out a form of words that reaches another soul so emphatically makes it all worthwhile.

[DWAYNE]

Vintage Hayes.

Cuts to the bone, with raw honesty!

[grant hayes]

Ah, surgery cuts, Dwayne, sculpting, too, but so does butchery. I hope always to avoid the latter in my pointwork.

[AlexandratheLate]

I read this a couple of times - as though someone looking at their circumstances of loving someone who is faithless, oblivious or uncaring of the damage they cause.

[grant hayes]

That's a good way to look at it, Alexandra. Thank you for the reads!

[Johntee]

A scatter of litter.
Read Kitty-cat
into that
slit eyes
wide
prowl
midnight's
moonlight
begone dull purr
have pity
begone
with thee
a feline lover
the essential loner

[grant hayes]

T S Eliot long ago cornered the market for cat conjuring, Johntee; I must be content with evoking merely human scatter.

Your response is, as ever, brilliant.

[RhymeLovingWriter]

No sophistry in this one. The use of most emphatic 'You know' - 'I know', brooks no double-speak or dance around. Scathing - in a most delicious way!

[grant hayes]

Ah, a delicious scathe is tasty to only half the pair at table, Rhymist.

[RhymeLovingWriter]

Too true - the wicked half.

[RhymeLovingWriter]

I've thought again - perhaps the 'delicious' modifier was bandied in poor taste. Apology if such is the case.