catching glimpses

if i could stand breathless

and look into my eyes

that hold generations

of knotted fingers

that twisting grey hankies

would wipe off old smudges

then i could know them

i could feel hearts stuttering

as bombs dropped and tore

life into ribbons

i could feel time stretched

thin across winters

where life breathed hot wisps

between legs and embraces

then i could know those inside my skin, my eyes

but silent and silvery

in the mirror’s reflections

i see tired eyes wanting

and bored air

and curtains

By NLMcD

Red lights

Lupine eyes, nylon faces,
verisimilitude puddle deep,
vacant Hellos and Good-byes

I pass by the hollow eyes,
oiled glass holds its prize,
vulva lights mix and meld

this hunger un-quelled,
black spider lace unopened,
I decline the parlour

Off the cobbles ardour,
vapid shopping spree behind,
a door holds sanity by

But

my mercurial lusts vie.
Vamps, men, women, muscles,
a profusion of sexual carousels, unending.

By NLMcD