Letters Unmarked (for I know where you live, but not where to reach you)

I will step on you
And stop each time
You lie between
This place and a perfect world.

Oh, preen my love
This beauty befits you
My songs will not detonate
From my suitcase.My love
Will not terrorise your glorious borders.

Anticipation cajoles no poem
Prayer no sighting
We live in a world
Of cross purposes.

Wild sharp reeds of
Common unshapely desire
Will not sprout here.
Peacocks will glide
Over surreal green carpets
The sky will bring its best
The sun, its brightest.
To perpetuate the old
Myths of love and beauty.

I leap in your garden
For my place in the sky
A moment of hope.

You are the window in my room.
You will always be there.

You measure your steps.
I measure mine
We etch the tantra
Of forever longing.

I cannot see your face
Do your eyes reflect the logic of pain
Do you know why it rains?

There is darkness that lurks
Behind the magic lights
It is your abscence in a room
Overwhelmed by your perfume.

I seek you like never before
In every sound and shadow
Lock my eyes, cross my path
Wash my burden ashore.

When you walk out
Of my thoughts again, stay.
My soul is drenched.
My eye is parched.

I know this pain. It will
Pass with the Possession
That is hissing poetry.

My eyes are frantic
My heart inconsolable
Will Pink Gin ever taste the same again?