Analid (a doomed love)

her restless soul needed incubation
but sought with hound's hunger ; joy
Her power filtered, colonised, migrated
filtered,colonised, migrated
Her stilted lust, pouring, smothering

her presence imposing
scattering pigeons
Her in-securities roaring
for unfaltering attention

Her soul tough and seasoned
bellowed for change,
recognition
For her heart had been toughened by the harsh rocky
road upon which it was dragged ,
whilst families sang, ate ,
nestled

the child that was
had long since pre-crystalised
danced for kings.
Hers was the spotlight
cast and ingrained
Danced across the world
for tycoons
but was impervious
to the ryhtmns of group culture.
Although bi-lingual
barely recognised the language;
yet illiterate of anonymity

laughter
is a tickling sensation
she habitualised like smoking;
pursuing liberating frivolity like a 7 year old
But then, she always thought in sweet blues
and hazy magnolias of past tense
and the tenuous romanticism of a notorious youth
She dreamt less than fantasised

acknowledging her own spun truths
like a baby on a synthetic nipple.
Mild escapism is a common adult condition;
a mere burrow in the sorry cavern of dementia
Self encounters confront our compulsion to not look at
ourselves

and so
with military tenacity
did she bribe and borrow
the forlorn and bedevilled
to her emotional enclosure

None bore fruit
None sang songs she hadn't approved
Water came from her,
Food was provided by her,
and she would preside while all consumed.
and shelter would be her sanction.
Responsibilities riveted her assurance of recognition
Stylishness complemented the craft

for she sought to be
of the hive
queen bee
and she has worthy capacity
Posture like a young and ageless tree
Hub of branches, leaves , parasites and
creatures that would home therein
Collections that sat numb as warts on any skin

She was my mistress that sought to become my master
An accomplice that perceived itself instigator,
a fuck that tried to lecture,
a mate that sought to become a guardian

We merged like oil on water
together but never
her halcyon affectations obscuring my liberty
Her pride too blind to see
two scrotum in a rotten sack
compatibly incompatible