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Tick a ticking, goes this vascular clock

Upon the mantle of this love enslaved 

Where tight-rope balance, precarious, 

Is my heart, where upon lost time 

The strand is straddled by 

The Moirai's cutter

Where if my passions do not 

issue forth, I will surely fall

Tumble into the abyss of my sanity.

I stare into eyes madness 

And blink, forbid it to spot 

my weakness in your presence.

A smile, your eyes, your laugh

Cherished, one and all

Kept in vaulted breast

Your essence flutters in this

My sore, guilt gilded cage.

I want you so much

I'm afraid to lose you. 

Can friends, so close

Become lovers, closer? 

Can stones in that ebb and flow

Be flung farther? Along that

Cold,coastal stretch

Laid bear is my soul

Upon the variegated shingle 

Glistening, weeping everyone

A token of the countless times 

I fell in love with you.   

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

As always James sublime poetry with such pathos painted in descriptive verse. A joy to read but hell to interpret?