Denial

To indulge doubt -
with the intention of suspending belief
might we no more feel the pain than we acknowledge it
is simply to keep breaking the heart
which has already been
- Broken.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2010

The death of a swan

With black pearls pleading -
she thrusts her breast skyward in absolution.
Angelic wings pound the air furiously with fabulous disaster
as the silken slenderness of her memory sinks
silently with the weight of my
- Heart.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2010

Because we ended as lovers

How tender is the touch which lingers -
and soft the kiss that still sits silently upon these lips
that I reminisce about a lifetime of laughter
summer rain, autumn leaves, and those long cold winter nights
when I am remiss of the reality that you
- Are gone.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2010

Blonde ambition

He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me.
He loves me not, he loves me…

(ring-a-ling-a-ling)

Hello? No, I’m sorry you must have the wrong number.

!

Dammit… where was I?

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2010

Kestryl

Raven-haired beauty -
your kisses run wild like horses in the night
that I long to lay my own behind the trumpet of your ear.
Your fingers softly brushing the back of my hand
having caught me wandering wickedly through your wilderness
dropping apple blossoms along your
- Winding paths.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2010

All that we leave behind

As I lie here –
I listen for the unspoken beat of your heart
and the reassurance of your breath.
And yet the rain still taps coldly against my window
as the wind blows woefully through my wall.
And I cannot help but wonder
if there had been a better way to say
- Good bye.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2010

The art of suffering

How sweet is the madness -
That you acknowledge the inspiration of pain
Simply to reshape the design
- Of your heart.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2010

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