So Long As You Can See

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see
A wretched self beside an evil thorn,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Got lost in time with rush of ecstasy;
Attracted by the shades that I have worn,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see.

One day no doubt your ties will be cut free:
We’ll know how much of I, thy did adorn —
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Commit to all our sins; a guilty plea —
And save us both from ridicule and scorn
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see.

If love did not exist this blood must be
The many shades of me that you have torn;
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Agreement we shall make of love decree
Amidst our sins a child that we’ll see born
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

©Alima J Oct 2017
Shakespeare sonnet inspired: villanelle

Summoned Love

He summoned up a wish, that he had feared,
Behind his desk his vision starts to blur;
At dark of night a spark of light appeared,
The walls and floors, it all began to stir;
Appeared from hell, a beauty fit for heaven —
He shrieked a voice in fear or by surprise?
She looked into his eyes and mouthèd Cleven
Then pinned him by a wall and claimed her prize.
A bloody thirsty bite from her, he’d let.
Surrendered to the night of ecstasy —
Etched in his feeble heart, he won’t forget;
Fulfilled; his dream, adventure, fantasy.
He owned what he awakened from her death,
She poisoned him and took his final breath.

©Alima J October 2017

Intricate Lines of Love

She watched her lover by the henna plant,
Adoring his complexion in the sun —
A love that’s measured only by a smile.
He gently picked the leaves and gave to her;
They sat together by the garden pond —
She crushed the leaves and as he watched her so,
He uttered words that only she would hear.
She took his hand and in his palm she drew
Some simple lines and shapes depicting love.
The colour from the leaves began to stain,
And no amount of complex lines would show
Their intricate designs of love within.
They gazed upon each others face and said,
“Just colour up my life with love, instead.”

©Alima J October 2017

The Last Stormy Night

I take a barefoot walk one summer night,
With childhood scent, I clutch a pot pourri,
Beside the rocks I’ll drop a flake or three.
A storm begins and sets the sky alight.
I’ll not be ‘fraid; embrace the rains — delight!
A wind swept voice, I hear it calling me,
Across the beach a shadow I can see.
I see my mem’ries flash as you’re in sight.
My friend, I’m glad you came — so much to tell,
Like times bygone; make footprints in the sand,
Then wash away the sand between our toes;
Before we share a friendly hug farewell.
We’ll spin a tale or two, that will be grand
And watch the sun, beyond the sea it goes.

©Alima J Sep 2017

A Passing Friend

A passing friend is what they say to me.
I walk the miles with canvas shoes and sack,
But should they want a friend to come for tea,
An offer of a bed to rest my back?
The night is long, I toss and turn til morn.
A little food, for I would soon depart,
I ponder with a smile upon my face,
And I am feeling torn
But thank them with an ache across my heart,
For once again I’ll wander place to place.

©Alima J Aug 2017

Scarlet Love

I seek a bed alone to spend the night,
An empty bed the heart does not desire.
I’ll toss and turn until the morning light,
The rub of sheets against the night’s attire.
The moon illuminates the cobbled street,
Across the street I watch you light a fag;
A thought that lingers on for us to meet,
With aching lust I grasp a tint and rag.
I’ll give to you a night you’ll ne’r forget,
Unlock your dreams, immoral as the deed,
You can’t fulfil your dues; when you’re in debt,
A secret under wraps; our thoughts we feed.
Let’s save ourselves from maim and ill repute,
Or you’ll be blind and I forever mute.

©Alima J 6 August 2017

Upon A Star

I’ll tell you why I lie awake:
Each night I count the stars above,
I wish away, my big mistake,
Hope once again that I can love.
When night is o’r I hear a dove,
It coos a song, it sounds so sweet,
A pigeon flies, it comes to meet.
If I had wings, I’d travel far,
On journey’s end, land on my feet,
Love will be found upon a star.

©Alima J September 2017