Hard Sweet Life

Image Source:  Tincek-marincek Ain’t that the way it always starts? – A simple round of conversation Becomes a subtle flirtation A suggestion, an invitation; Torturous tantalization… Hey – What ill wind blew you round my way? What is this game you want to play? All those delicious words you say; Lies – So sweet… Hush, now; settle down Garments falling to the ground Shame, shame, go away Come again another day – Hush, now; settle down It’s baser instincts presiding Jekyll’s gone into Hydeing Heart on heart, A two-track beat On and on, and on repeat Faster, faster – crushing heat Sweaty bodies, dusty feet And faster, and faster, faster go Anticlimax the crescendo… Everything freezes for a fraction; A little shudder, a contraction; A little sigh of satisfaction… Hey – C’mon, now, look the other way There’s nothing more for us to say Zipping noises, trouser hoisting – Eyes avoiding. Hush, now; settle down But...

The Mermaid, She came from the ocean, This wild girl from the sea, Her hair flowing southwards. She walked towards me, A west to east smile, With eyes steely grey, Like a storm in the darkness. Rolling in from the bay, We kissed with the sunrise, Made love when it set, A promise by moonlight, Came dawn, my regret. He left for the ocean, This boy from the land, His spirits soars northward, His heart in her hands,           --Michael Faudet

Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush, Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.   Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep   is a   poem   written in 1932 by   Mary Elizabeth Frye .