Presence

Chill no more, my sweet, my mind it does embrace you

I will protect you from the night's ill winds of pain

Our feast has just begun, it has not ended

I will feast on you and you, on me again

Your words caress my fantasies, my dark desires

My hunger starts and ends with you...

You invade my thoughts in every waking hour

Please feast, on me until you've had your fill

All sense of control, it has vanished: it does escape me

My heart held hostage, bound tightly with your words

So far away, yet I can almost reach out and touch you

Sliding down my thoughts; fever burns; it penetrates

Our words entwine, lost lingering in the ether

Your presence felt; it caresses, electrifies my skin

Our desire; it travels and brings us ever closer

To you I surrender and, if it be so, let it be a sin.

Now let me kiss you tenderly back to your slumber
I wish to run my fingers through your wayward wanton hair
As I sit here, I imagine, I'm watching you whilst sleeping
For your safe keeping and return I'll say a prayer

© Debbie Razey 2016

Still

White paper-masked, featureless faces

A cold tacky hand through a violet latex surgical glove

Beeping and bleeping… flashing lurid lights of fate

Monopolising the whole room's solemn gaze

Wheezing, laboured, shallow, rattled breath

Bare chest, sucking in…too sharply; disturbing to behold

Pupils, darkling embers of nothingness 

Wires everywhere... mind a frenzied jumbled haze

Clock hands torturing the taut echoed minutes

Unopened plastic triangular sandwich, two days out of date

Nails deeply dug into palms; near no sensation 

Barbed-wire prognosis; response wild banshee... crazed! 

Inaudible screams, yet the silence deafens

Voice dissociate ; tears of drought sting crack and burn

Ugly distorted mouths moving torridly

Green scrub-hat heads with sheer eyebrows raised

Empty Thomas The Tank Engine tiny  slippers 

Tousled sun-kissed, silken locks breathed in... deeply inhaled

Toy train track, untouched, encircling tiny limp body

Pleading... begging... prayers; prayed... and prayed!

Little ashen bandaged hand; bruised and swollen

Lifts like a ghost... a vision of timeless beauty we all beheld

A dilated abyss floods blue pools of iris... those eyes will forever haunt me 

Voice, thought to be heard no more chimes out  “Mummy”… my heart finally could exhale

© Debbie Razey 2014

Do you think of me at all?

Like sweet amber pellucid honey, my mind pours 

you seductively through my wanton fingers; 

leaving me with only an unpleasant sticky residue, 

that I just can't bring myself to cleanse 

On my temples, I feel you scratch at my brain 

as you're tattooed across my thoughts 

I hear your fists pound on the doors of my 

consciousness and it's proving harder now to ignore

Upon awakening,  my warm body yearns fervently; 

moist in the memory of what is now only a dalliant dream 

My mind dances where you should be and I hear myself 

silently moan, tasting the shape of your precious name 

Your face burns its image into my eyelids

When I close my eyes, you are all that I see

Your hands haunt my skin,  in wistful daydreams of torment

My tears, the only jewels you ever gave me, 

glisten as they adorn my cheeks

My heart's still lost, stolen 

from my empty rusting birdcage of a chest; 

it's door painfully left swinging open 

Oh how its banging; just won't let me sleep 

Please, along with your words, return my heart to me

Every song I hear has become laced with gut-wrenching

undertones of our conversations once sung

Your words; chanting in my head, their melody so bitter sweet 

Lyrics; jeering at the irony of the echoes that haunt my eggshell sanity

I wonder if you think of me at all?

If you see me staring back from your own reflection?  

If our words of love, chime in lucent hues relentlessly in your ears?

Do you catch glimpses of me in crowds or in a passing taxi? 

Upon wakening; does your body fever and ache ardently, 

with memories of our insatiable thirst... never quenched?

Does my winsome heart weigh heavy upon your own?

Do you miss my scent, my taste, my touch; my every miniscule detail?

Please now, tell me... 

Put me out of my misery... 

Do you think of me at all? 

© Debbie Razey 2014

Still

I fell for you

as does a star from the sky

I bled for you

but you did not hear me cry 

I yearned for you

as does the moon for the sun

I dreamt of you 

but still to me you did not come

I ached for you 

as do the shipwrecked for a boat

I felt your presence

but only as if touched by a ghost

I looked for you

as does an astronomer in the dark 

I reached for you

but came just short of the mark 

I still want you near

but know you'll alway be free 

I still write for you my love

Do you read my words... please tell me! 

© Debbie Razey 2015

Poor Alice

I've

too

many

plates spinning

in the air and I

suspect that the Hatter's too few 

I asked the caterpillar to refrain from smoking

as the Queen of Hearts threatened to sue and where's that rabbit...why is he always so late? 

My poor tired feet and I've had nothing to eat!! Little did I know when I fell down that death-trap of a rabbit hole... that this would be my fate! 

© Debbie Razey 2015