Here are a couple of my poems from a few years ago that have never been published. There is no attempt to be obscure. The reader must make his/her own interpretation.
Advance Party [Explorers]
Tasting the smoothness, friction’s absence
From finger tips that circle, march and countermarch
On your inner thigh. The exchange of messages
Unhindered by traffic through the net
Of nerves not working at capacity
Leads to decision at Headquarters;
A kiss here would feel good, setting up camp
Where scout fingers heliographed the base:
‘Rich territory found, no defences here stop
Advise early occupation.’ Mobilisation
Of my forces could begin. The order to move out
Is filed for now with other vital plans
Against the day of victory that will come,
When lips can taste that satin smooth warm skin.
Time’s Arrow
End of a dream. Waking, out of my bed,
Time’s arrow points at white porcelain,
Not really the end but the beginning,
Help a lame dog, the saying goes,
It pisses on your hand. That’s life.
Too late to kick it now, no satisfaction there.
Won’t say “I tried and failed.” I was there,
Did my own thing, following my programmed course
Until diverging paths stretched real time too far
The weakened signal took so long control was gone.
Wishful thinking ruled the day,
Exploring unknown territory in a 4-wheel-drive
Unaware of tigers in the grass,
Crocs lurking near the river crossing.
You know the country, carry the scars;
I thought that my white hat was all the shield I need.
I knew nothing but my love for you,
My strength was as the strength of ten.
What could I ever know of the survival skills
You learned out there in country I had never seen?
© Malcolm Miller 1998 – 2013
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