MY EROS~my strength

In the misty mid region

i roam with my soul &

you EROS

my heart is volcanic

like the ocean gnashing against

ROCKS

wearing your sculpture down

Clock dials morning

shadows lift at the end of the path

and a crescent spews ether

sedating our tears

i lift my finger bid you

trust me

kiss me

don't turn to dust

change the doom of this reality

things get washed and reused

except deep scars

that discolour and taint

the tissues of life

Copyright: Dianne Tchir

Fibromyalgia

What folly is this
you poke me with firey fingers
i ice then smear
but still my skin prickles and burns

i am a barometer
i know what things you can do
if i could peel back
the layers of skin &
soothe the joints and muscles
with holy oil
cast you out
of my body

but you poke my head
i am incarcerated
within these walls of pain
until NATURE creates
balance and harmony again

copyright: D.M.Tchir April 14/11

SLEEP TALKING

You utter phonics
in soporific vision
tangled morphs from
dark vexations of  a
broken door

You seek connection
to the outside world
unnoticed