Recuse

you will never know
the touch of my cool hand 
on your fevered cheek

you will never know
the press of my soft hips
against your hard belly

you will never know
the salt of my tears
on your hungry tongue

you will never know
the strength of my fingers
knotted fast into yours

you will never know
the reflection of your truest self
from the black mirrors of my eyes

she whispered
these things
lying on her side
curled like a fist 
around a cobra

he did not hear
full as he was
of other voices

he did not care
empty as he was
of all their
            dreams


©sdrogers 30 march 2014


Hematoma

at times

for a time
there are no
symptoms
at all

at times

for a time
no one 
would know the
ferocity
of the blow

no one
would guess the
profundity
of the wound

blood filling
as it does
every available
em
of body
of soul

at times

for a time
evacuation
becomes 
necessary

when the silence
expands 
beyond all boundaries
over all walls
despite the very best 
intentions

then

the site is
lanced
the pressure
reduced

in a sudden
stanchless torrent
in a thick 
and steaming roux
of salt and gore 

and there is
breath
       again
for a time

at times

©sdrogers 4 march 2014

Camera Obscura

atop the stony bank
the call of the sea fell
cold about her

there was no horizon

blue swelled around and
above ’til the black
breaks of her eyes
faded
and were lost

If you had memories
Would this be easier

If you had
the burnished vambrance of my smile
the luculent echo of my sigh
the sleepless herald of my voice
calling your name

If you had
not
replaced me
with shades
with shadows
with ghosts
too fine to be true
too fantastic to be real

Would this be easier

Or is the
forgetting
all that allows
you

to

a gull dipped
dripping silver white
across what might
have been the sky

she pulled the light
tight around her
bowed
and was gone

©sdrogers 2 march 2014

The Quelling

for there was a
moment
upon which we stood
when everything was
possible
and nothing was not

but it passed
as moments are wont
to do
while we blinked and squinted
into the purblind eye of
responsibility

and so
we are here
now
tattered and trembling,
not quite shattered
but almost

yes, almost

chance puddling
in blue pools
all around us

©sdrogers 27 february 2014

Her Husband and His Wife

They are
At Dinner.

It is something they
Do
often.  Since they
are only
two.

His mind,
splintered
as always,
sprints and rushes,
always and never
with her.

Her mind,
burdened
as always,
frets and grates,
always and never
with him.

And here is where
I
am used to say,
while she… and she…
yes, She

But not tonight.
No, not tonight

Tonight is only
they
At Dinner.
Safe.  Content.

Comfortable
in lawfully ringed
bonds that no

one

will ever
break.

 

©sdrogers 20 february 2014

 

You Told Me to Write

Whatever this darkness
may be
It is
Mine
to conquer
or not
or not

All that I am is
Yours
But so is
All that I am
not

Which is much
much
much
More
than any
One
should bear

certainly
especially
You

Will you believe
No matter what
Will you remember
No matter what

That I
have
loved
You

More
than words
More
than music
More
than sunshine
More
than laughter
longing
hope
joy
regret

More even than
this darkness that
hides
them all

Will you believe
Will you remember

More
More
More
just
More

©sdrogers 29 january 2014

Resolution

There will be a
knock,
a Strong
knock,
at the
Front Door
of the
Little House.

I will be
Surprised.

Seldom does
anyone
knock
to enter
this place of
busyness.

I will rise.
or
I will turn.

I will be
Preoccupied.

I will be talking.
or
I will be laughing.

I hope
I am
laughing.

He does so
love
to hear me
laugh.

I will
open the door,
the Big door
first.
pulling hard.

(it always sticks)

And so

I will
be looking
down
before I look
up.

But

when I
do,

when I
lift
my eyes
level
to the second
door’s glass,

there
He
will be.

Smiling

at my stare.

He will
mouth,

Hello, Kitty

and I will
cry.

And we will
stand,
the clear glass
between
us,
both of
us
afraid

to shatter
a dream.

©sdrogers 7 january 2014