Cold rain falls in the river, flows down to the sea, gets into the skyline, circles endlessly. Same old rain on the wind, same old pain in my soul.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

One Green Step (The Maids)

lonely hearts club maids
with ears
pinned against the walls
listen for the sounds
know will follow
the footsteps down the hall

she returned with that look,
and that walk, that way.
the gardener hid behind the tree
her eyes gave orders
through lightning's trance
her thoughts were now on he

he of whom they spoke of
in whispers from the dark
he despised, he adored
he who surely
will embark

on a journey
through the rooms
on stairways winding high
to the end, to the more,
at last the very last locked door
hiding pleasures so sublime

She's waiting there for him
in her Victorian attire
preparing flames of pleasure
on imaginations fury
knowing he will
feel the fire

The maids will
shush and giggle
as the bodice does it's work
and later tell the kitchen staff
the gardener and the clerk

his moans
cannot be silent
nor her pleasure held within.
their nosy envy
strains to hear
the thunder from the din

they'll dine tonight
to candle light
the maids will bow and give place
but later, locked in rooms alone
they'll touch themselves
remembering his face