Your Valentine

By Gub  (14th of February 2014, Belfast)

We make love
We model a universe -
An artefact

maybe,
But still
teems with life.

We gift to the world
A sacred thing
For love folded in this
Way - stardust and clay-
Bequeaths to time
A precious trajectory

Memory
fleshed
Out
In full relief 

A human Poem.

To have written
In concert,
Played our part
In holy mimesis;
Darkness will not steal
What the light will not yield.

Mad Rivers

(14th of February, 2014)

Mad rivers stand
Between my cheek
And your heart
Boundless,
Restless
They churn
Stirred horses
No strap
Scrap
The landscape
The very concepts
Of "under" and "above"
A whole world
Reduced to a bucket
What can contain
Such onslaught
And for how long
It will be spring,
It will be spring
I say tightening my grip on the wheel,
Praying
For some solid ground
Some forward motion
To propel me
To where my deepest comfort lies
That warm scent
That lingers on your nape.
Outside our door
Timid shoots
The fingertips of a miniature hand
Feel their way
To the light
It will be spring.

Compression

(By Gub, Belfast, 21st of March, 2014)

Compression

On my chest

Life

passes in a

Second

The vanity

Of breath -

To gain back all

That death

Will steal

What fortitude

Stands

Is but

Little blocks

Cast across the

Nursery floor

The laughter of the child

Rolling down the terraced

Haha - the privet adorned in

Lacey dew 

The sun's heat

On a sleeping cheek

The white white linen

Of a convent's sheet

The lark and the colour

Of spring in the mist filled

May...

Life's lust for life

Which keeps the gift

Alive

This small

Point

Tempers the vastness

Of the universe

The coolness of that distant

Planet bereft of blue or green

The baron absence of any being

Enough to weep joy for all that can be seen.