There is something splendid about you

There is something splendid about you,
I can see it
In your brown eyes
And the way
You smile
At strangers,
I can see it
In the way
You lift your hands
To the sky
And the sun
Shines.

There is something splendid about you,
I can see it
When you sleep
And the moon
Lights
The silence,
I can hear it
In your stories
Weaved
In make-believe.

There is something splendid about you,
I can read it
When you write,
Because no matter
What you say
The words spell
Kindness
And loveliness
And I know this
Because it’s true.

(by Jean-MIchel K.)

I want to see you naked

I want to see you naked.
I want you to stand
In the centre of the room
While I stop and stare.

I want to see the curve
Of your breasts and
The colour of your skin,
And the way your hair falls
In dust beams and half-light.
I want you to keep still.

I want to watch you forever,
Silently suspended, over there.
I want to feel the brush stroke,
And smell the oil.
I want to imagine the taste of you
On my tongue.

For you I would go crazy.
I would drink whiskey till I drop.
I would piss in puddles on the floor.
I would cut off my ear.

(by Jean-Michel K.)

Elizabeth

Your name is wonderful,
Elizabeth.
Say it slowly …..
whisper it with mystery,
Elizabeth.
Let it fill your mouth
and roll across your tongue
like chocolate,
Elizabeth.
Feel it
           on your lips.
Let it flower in your mind
like daffodils,
beautiful,
like Elizabeth.
Elizabeth.

(by Jean-Michel K.)

The Seashell's Song

Tossed by the hand that turned the tide,
I, who was swept onto your shores,
Lay low under the sun soaked sky.

Furious waves raged against
The stone stubborn rock,
And you, who sat silent in
The moonless night
Pitch-black and star-struck,
Missed the moon to your night.

Soon shined the fiery sun
And you, who chased the wind
Down the sun-dappled path to
Where I lay low, listened to my song
Bringing day to my lightless night.

(by Jean-Michel K.)

Valhalla

Swallowed by an eternal sleep
I saw a Valkryie at my feet
With blazing eyes and fiery hair
She swept me up into the air

Far beyond the clouds we soared
Past the ancient stars that roared
We came upon the Northern Lights
In all the colours of the night

Throughout heaven she did wield
Flashing light from her golden shield
Emerald streams of orange green
Transformed into a yellow beam

Then under banners proudly arched
Maiden warriors and heroes marched
Across the Rainbow Bridge that lies
Before the gates of paradise

(by Jean-Michel K.)

Desolation Angels

I watched him die
Lying there on the bed
His great big human heart
Counting down the beats
Till the blood stopped
And life left his skin

She told me how they met
That summer in sixty-four
Barefoot on the beach
He always made her laugh she said
Right up to the end
Her tears had nowhere to hide now

The room is turning with the tide
Even the moon is drifting through the dark
Lost in space
Isn’t it beautiful?
Doesn’t it make you sad?

Sleep in my arms tonight
Let the world be still
This is all we have
The stars, they shine for no one
Dead men ache for dreams
And we are all alone in the end

(by Jean-Michel K.)

Evening Song

Enter the empty streets
Of the moonless night swept in
Screaming sheets of rain soaked air
In stairwell halls of ghost light lamps
Lit in haunted halls and houses warm
With fireside laughter and supper time
Magic breathing in the corridors of
Dish-washed kitchens packed with bodies
Bathed in oil and scent smelling incense
Turned in beds behind day tired doors
Shut to sleep with fairytales told
Of dragons dead in dreamtime bliss
Shut the book and give me a kiss

(by Jean-Michel K.)