ExAm

Graphite pockmarks pinned to my face
A place once scored
With too much blank space.
Higher or lower, she asks
Not the time or place.
For what difference does it make?
They couldn’t erase.

Stripped thin pocketbook falls from my waist
In last lingering page, x’s and o’s
A cat’s game.
Even if either had cheated,
We’d still be in the same place
And what difference does it make?
They couldn’t erase.

Have I degraded to the point of being average?
Maybe if those scales hadn’t failed,
Maybe if those notes hadn’t passed
What difference would it make?
They couldn’t erase.

So in the sum of my subtractions
Graphite, ash ridden kiss
Notebook, with game unfinished
Purveyor or betrayer,
An ex is what I am
And what difference do I make?
Other than being the one,
that they couldn’t erase.

-Galwyn

 

 

Bioluminescent

Bioluminescence
The afterglow of lover’s kiss
Simmering there beside my navel
Lingering there upon my lips

And in her arms I’m made translucent
Heart exposed like ghostly fish
Glass perspires as I’m swimming
Drowning here in sweltering finish

Lighter here in locking fingers
Shadows dance in flickering flits
Flaking scales fall prismatic
Falling deep where feeling fits

And in this breathless exploration
I sink below the mind’s abyss
But in your light I’m guided safely
To places no longer amiss

Relieve me, dear, of deepest darkness
Bereave me with repleate sensation
Receive me free of condemnation
Releasing tears of soft indention

Afloat, adance, your limbs gyrarion
Wrapping me in whirling torrent
Enraptured here in swirling torment
Your siren bright and silent

As prison shatters, down we fall
To place once left unparched
We acclimate to sweeter tastes
While the prior dwells in parts

You’re the beacon from the house
Which brings the world into view
Watch from the window,
Wait for me,
As I wait for you

So overwhelming that your presence
Inturrupts the sentence
Your shape so soft and ever pleasant –
Bioluminescent

-Galwyn

 

Wince

A wince from somewhere deep inside
Infrequent and forgotten
At least what I’ve convinced myself;
The feeling is uncommon

No purpose dwelling on these gasps
Which float between the breaths
Besides, I can just sit a while;
And wait till lungs depress

A pinch from place I cannot reach
And never seem to scratch
Whatever here is lost from me
Can’t fit within a patch

Enormous in its subtlety
Elephantine in the room
Will I ever grant it credence?
Or will I take it to my tomb?

-Galwyn

 

Scholarly

Transcending definition
Disposition and declension
The dimension of retention
Just assures my heart’s detention

The oh, and um, and am, and ah
You’re my first and second person
My present, future, perfect, past
Never marginal diversion

For you would spill this very ink
Shatter graphite from constraint
Make blackened flakes where once were lines
And let me fingerpaint

You’re the problem and solution, dear
And your x’s tell me why
Solvent to my sucrose singing
With no disillusioned sigh

You’re the rhythm and the rhyme, my dear
Of scholarly endeavor
Evaluate the consonance
Of u and i together

-Galwyn

 

Temper

“Quite a temper on that one”
In truth, it was hardly the case
Born of fierce faulty strikes,
Infrequent, misplaced

Split between craters
On steel drawn cold
Mettle unmelded
With fragmented mold

He was temper, untempered
Lacking temperate shape
Broad and bashed so threadbare
That resistance would break

The tapping of temperance
Frequent and well-placed
Finding genuine sharpness
While in fire, encased

We’re not made by our sorrows
And their ragged indention
If we tap through tomorrow
We can relax retension

We might never leave flames
But grow strong in their wake
And through temperance and tact
Our edge will not break

-Galwyn

 

 

Blood Sugar

My sweet tooth is the sharpest one
Nipping as I strain her
Blood sugar has the finest taste
From which I can’t contain her

Blooming rose from fair indention
Rest upon my face and simmer
Candied words of your retention
Clinging lucid to my finger

Encircling my sucrose nights
With vascular seduction
Whisper morsels to my ears, my love
Those granular instructions

With honeyed lips you slaver
Holding savor where they stain
Domesticate my acres
With that soft transparent grain

Sanguine with her sweetness
As the florid turned to flush
In my heart where I restrain her
Fallen victim to her rush

-Galwyn

 

 

Distinctive

Oily print upon the glass
The concave of your kiss
The cardinal conclave seperates
With fading foggy mist

Mystified by fingerprint
The swirls draw me in
The labyrinth of wayward whirls
There upon your skin

The shimmer of wax
The glimmer of pane
Reflective of each other
The silver elope
With sliver of pain
Deflecting one another

You pierce the mirror,
And so it cracks, with unexpected distance
You saw yourself there, staring back,
But felt so such resistence

Toiling print within the glass
A fracture so distinctive
A fractal so akin to you
It almost seems instinctive

-Galwyn