My messiah

•November 27, 2009 • 9 Comments

My messiah

May I lay my head in your hap -
That you might comb your fingers gently through my hair
Whispering softly the comfort of your promise
As you help me find a better way
- To die.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2010

Small mercies

•November 26, 2009 • 2 Comments

Small mercies

Thus you curl up beside me in the dark -
Pressing your lips warmly against my ear, whispering inaudibly
that the words still stumble silently through my memory.
For your hair was scented softly with hyacinth and your touch like rain
that as your finger traced the outline of my heart
I never even heard you say
- Goodbye.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Drowning pools

•November 25, 2009 • 1 Comment

Drowning pools

When the looking glass looks back –
May my words always be an expression of courage.
For a mirror is the reflection of truth
that I might not wish to see the revelation in my
- Voice.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2010

The tears of felicity

•November 24, 2009 • 4 Comments

The tears of felicity

Yet it is not inspiration I seek –
That I find enlightenment within a single blade of grass.
But that I long for the release of my passion.
As like the dew which silently weeps, even for the rising
- Sun.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2010

1-900-Anxiety

•November 23, 2009 • 2 Comments

1-900-Anxiety

I get my therapy over the phone -
She pushes happy pills in between cam shows.
“Take two of these and call me in the morning…  Dahlin.”
I receive the anti-depressants in the mail in a plain brown wrapper.
Sure… her silk feels good against my naked skin.
But all ll I really needed was a
- Valium.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2007

Your love & other lies

•November 22, 2009 • 2 Comments


Your love
&
other lies

Just as I used to believe in forever -
I used to believe in you, until you made me realize
That even forever is too good to be
- True.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2010


Irreconcilable differences

•November 21, 2009 • 3 Comments

Irreconcilable differences

When the distance is not enough –
Even that you may never have meant – to hurt me
You’re the only one who made me
- Cry.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2010

Sleeping with a broken heart

•November 20, 2009 • 8 Comments

Sleeping with a broken heart

Thus we lie in the ruins of pleasure -
As our intimacies lay scattered like shells along a shore.
Where only the memoryof your touch remains – I should have known
that it was never about how much love I had in my heart
but about how much love your heart
- Could hold.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009


The enlightenment of death

•November 19, 2009 • 3 Comments

The enlightenment of death

Even as the mirror of mortality –
Is not merely the reflection of all things to come
but the revelation that all things
- Will pass.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Threshold

•November 18, 2009 • 4 Comments

Threshold

As is the capacity for pain –
Determined by our willingness to be hurt
Solely by the ones whom we
- Love.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

After forever

•November 17, 2009 • 9 Comments

After forever

As I have loved you before –
I many forms, in many ways, in many lives.
Thus as you lie quietly with me even at this world’s end
we have no fear, or sorrow, or longing regret
for I will only love you more
- Tomorrow.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Invisible sun

•November 16, 2009 • 6 Comments

Invisible sun

As I feel the warmth of your touch –
Fingers combing through my hair, caressing my face,
and the gentle heat of breath which slowly climbs my shoulder’s retreat
that my eyes flutter with the resurgence of well-being.
Yet I bask only in the arms of my memory
For you never could give me
- Your heart.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009