Berlin

for bedtime story

Leda was admired by Zeus, who seduced her in the guise of a swan. As a swan, Zeus fell into her arms for protection from a pursuing eagle. Their consummation, on the same night as Leda lay with her husband, Tyndareus, resulted in two eggs from which hatched Helen — later known as the beautiful. A shepherd found the egg and gave it to Leda, who carefully kept it in a chest until the egg hatched. When the egg hatched, Leda adopted Helen as her daughter. Zeus also commemorated the birth of Helen by creating the constellation Cygnus the Swan, in the sky.

The man

Sat on a rock atop a sand dune that looked out across the sea

At least one assumed it was a man, it was difficult to say

As this person Was nameless. Faceless

And he had a birdcage for a torso

The birdcage rested lightly on the mans lap which was revealed only through the velvet blue cloak that covered his face and shoulders. His legs were still and he wore slippers that touched the sand.

Inside the birdcage, 2 turtle doves

The Woman,

She tumbled from the overhead clouds hanging upside down by her neck that poked through the azure sky that her blonde locks touched the rooftops of the city made of glass eventually made its way to the sea and made a gigantic whirlpool in the salty waters as dolphins pirouette, hallucinate in the mirrors of her eyes shining bright and silver reflecting all of man’s disasters

The doves were first to feel the tremble as the wave reared its head and came crashing in cry a coo..... to her cry.......

The Swan

She was wearing the red silk dress, which had three tiers

and a train that trailed behind her as she walked.

Kneeling down on the rocks at the banks of the lake she took her place carefully

as her red dress settled around her like blood.

In her red hair was pinned a red flower and her pale bare shoulders

shimmered in the sunlight.

She knelt over the edge of the lake

and gazed across the soft surface.

A swan swam past.

The beak was the same colour as her dress and the swan,

it could smell her desire.

The lady in red, she wanted to eat the swan.

Perhaps she wanted to fuck it also.

But only once she had gouged out its eyes. Plucking it from the lake

she would kiss the swan tentatively and it would kiss her back.

Stabbing its beak into her eyes that her eyeball

would shatter and splinter into millions of planets

and form an entire galaxy.

She could imagine wrapping its long neck

around her body and wearing it extravagantly.

Draped over her red dress in swan skin.

Together they would ride on top of the lake and orgasm silmutaneously.

She leaned her face down a little closer. By now,

her face was a few short centimetres away from the water.

Evidently she saw her own reflection.

The soft ripples in the water did not deter her beauty.

The pair of almond eyes, her alabaster skin

stared back at her.

Pulling the eyes away from her own reflection

momentarily she gazed up at the swan.

She reached her arm out

The swan swam closer

and then moved away

thoughts that scattered like clouds one crisp french morn that she fell from her bicycle (quite cumbersome as she had been carrying 3 bunches of tulips at the time!) that fell like a bruise around her. Staining the footpath with their glorious purple heads! Oh and not to mention the 2 dozen lemons that were in the wickerbasket and strapped to the front of her bicycle that flew from her bike. Lemons rolling in the street like shiny yellow marbles

What you saw then. Is what I see now

Happiness; only real when shared. 

Suspended animation

Waiting
Nothing left to conceal

Softened by the forced 

reflection

This is me surrendering
I want to find your back

& shoulders- nestle into their hollows

I know you will not wait 

forever

are you still waiting 

now 

Not even now.

I leave you to your 

indifference 

I became freeze snapped 

Polaroid. 

Married to everyone 

but you

     A chain 

            

           that jerks me

The irony is.

I’m almost there. But not quite ready 

And I’ll probably never see you again

"Are u seeing anyone"    I ask casually 

while my left eye twitches rapidly

You squirm and I stare.  

And I feel my blood spin rapid

&  Your silence  says it all.

And the fact that I too have fucked another 

becomes somehow 

insignificant in the face 

of your infidelities.

That are not really infidelities  

Because  Technically  

We are no longer bound to 

one another.

But you know your heart 

belongs to Me  Still.   

So surely that means your 

legs and your perfect arms 

& your complex mind  

Until the day  

Your genitals are mine   

Again too

I start to rant a little.  

Something about moving to Mars 

& you sit there  

still and composed. 

Like the time 

I smashed beer  

on the floor 

& the dogs 

started chewing 

the glass.  

I cut up my feet 

You watched 

me weep

Felt like a mental housewife

Broom.            Sweep

 

To stay indoors and slit my wrists 

or go outside and smoke cigarettes

In these modern times 

you are more resilient. 

I romanticize.  

Fantasize You.

Romeo.   Me,    Juliet   

Fucked up. Cut up.  

Plagued Lovers

To have   ‘a good time’ 

 in the momen 

that’s where 

the denial & 

compartmentalizing  

Desiring & lying 

comes in. 

Fearless & stupid 

&irresponsible 

It set the tone 

in many ways 

for mixed up 

troubled up 

fucked up love.

And  if the day came 

that I got word 

that you marry 

a French girl 

& have French kids

Who purr of  airbrushed existence  

You know I’ll surely kill

her

& Can our lives 

be same again?    

Sane again 

or have we 

just turned each 

other insane 

with the pain

Shame.  

You think that 

I am gone  & 

You are gone, 

&  we are gone

But I don’t want 

You

To leave me   

alone 

forever

Because Its You

Who told 

Me

Truth is beauty 

& the truth is  ugly  

& the truth is 

baby

At least We’re not  

dull