My eyes are closed

and the gull's scream

                      sounds

            like a woman

               being raped

            should I open

                    my eyes

             at the second

                  gull's cry?

              cause I think

                         I hear

a woman being raped

                being raped

       as people pass by

                        I think

                        it's just

                          a gull

       If I open my eyes

            I'd see it flying

                        I'd find

             a gull's scream

 and not a woman's cry

I Hear

Calm and

quiet rain

falling musty

as Ireland's mist

and green moss smells

through tangled

wood and vines

I hear

lost distant voices

on a small boat

carried on

the end winter's chill

a tear trails

along my face

ascending

from my damp hair

I smile

at the faint touch

and thickening rain

my slow footsteps

on the field

lingering moist

foreboding cold

and quiet shiver

as the birth

of decay

hangs on

like the last

few seconds

and silent

ascension

and waiting

for the

conclusion

of life

Transgression

Eyes rest temptously on the face of transgression

Hands guide a shape in the air

Her feel calves and thighs

hips rounded and

sloping in

her stomach

muscles tighten when she laughs

her lower back

two soft halves curving up

and her shoulders and her breasts

and the neck peeking out form a pre-Raphaelite dress

to a face with eyes that shame me with resolution

and a mouth I conceive to kiss

A coolness radiates from Autumn

her death raining peacefully

 blown away, stirring

in the violence of the breeze

awaken winter's enviable sleep

With a bight in the air

the soil leaves it's thaw

indifferent to it's mother's

life