SJ. Sharkey Poems

Esoteric, entering, ebony eyes
Your gaze a mute whisper into my amorous stare from which the tangible cruelty of your desires is clear, is turgid…
Fine, fragile, fashioned fingers
Your touch an inadvertent brush against my amatory skin which curdles at the dejection of your stroke that is refutal, is bleak…
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When The World Ends,
Collect your things and come meet me,
And we’ll watch the stars disappear.
Too bad for them that no-one else is here, but our love has kept us alive.
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I forgot what it feels like to be normal; but what is normal?
Trying to stay awake and remember my name?
I never thought I could miss someone half as much as I miss you,
And I’m the one that’s gone
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As I struggle through the rubble
I hear their cries of pain
I see flashes of our time together
And wish for some again
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By day the bat is cousin to the mouse
He likes the attic of an ageing house
His fingers make a hat about his head
His pulse beat is so slow we think him dead
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The dark grey sky covers the roof tops like an overcast blanket
No more starlit night, no more light
Rain falls and turns dirt tracks to mud
Life-forces sink slowly into the dense black earth
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Whatever you do, don’t stop
It starts as a feeling
A misty rumble in lower levels
It gathers speed to ascend uncontrollably
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Pull back the sleeve
And reveal the weakened tissue
Pages of scarring shine white against tan
Separated from heart but not from head
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I’ll climb inside
Your eyes will be blind to their stare
Your ears will be deaf to their charm
Your mouth will be mute to their invitation
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A cold stab jolts me into existence
The rumpus swells to reach through me
Where it was once painfully stationary
It is now tormentingly mobile
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