Tea and Ties

My Dear Sir:

Because of you
I know the meaning of 
Milky builders tea and
I am sure that last night
Watching the movie about Hawking
I remained one of the few
If not the only viewer who understood
His eyebrow request for builders tea
Which you find disgusting
Except on cold chilly nights
Otherwise tea for you equals Earl Grey
With a touch of lemon
Perhaps adding a bit of lapsang souchong 
To heighten the flavor of the teapot's steaming treat
How posh
And neckties
Those four-in-hand of knots
That I can now identify
And that you sport regularly
Though I've recently spotted 
A Windsor now and then
Around your neck
Has fame finally caused a change
In your necktie peculiarities 
In a way
I hope not
Showing up to meet royalty
Wearing a schoolboy knotted tie
Sets you apart
Is your signature
Perhaps a sign
That you maintain
Your self 
As you always have been
In spite of grabbing 
The brass ring
On your merry go round
Of fame and fortune
That you might remain
Approachable
In spite of drinking Earl Grey 
With lemon and lapsong souchong
That the common ground
Of milky builders tea
Spreads out before us
While you bind us up

With a schoolboy knot

And we wonder faraway 

From brass rings and merry go rounds

©kcasady2014

Periwinkle

My Dear Madam:
Ah yes
A simple periwinkle
Meant to soothe
To quiet your fuss
Giving you pause
An opportunity to measure
The depth of its blue
To count its petals
Their scent uncomplicated
And as you admire its delicate allure
From your pinnacle of madness
Amidst the balderdash
And the hodgepodge
My hands
Upon your fine bones
Alight a royal shimmer
Pouring across your entirety
Surging through capillaries 
Warming the tips of fingers
The ends of toes
And in that moment
As your soul flames sapphire
You fall dazed 
Beyond the succor of flowers
Upending all that is decent
Melting into my arms
Covering me with stunning cerulean ash
©kcasady2014

Balderdash

My Dear Sir

You interrupt my thoughts

Intrude upon my mindfulness and

Fill my head with balderdash

You display extraordinary nerve
Prancing about

Festooning my brain with your handsomeness

Sprinkling it with your erudite hodgepodge 

Distracting me

Leaving me dazed beyond succor

You sir create a bawdy hullabaloo 

With your delicious carousing

And your luscious gallivanting 

You leave me no peace

You traipse willy-nilly through my essence

Popping up in your spiffy raffish duds

Really sir I pray you 

Leave me be

You torture me to the point of ribald cantankerousness and shameless debauchery

Your shenanigans rumble about my psyche upending all that is decent

Reducing me to a whirling tirade of insignificance

Then sir you amble off

Leaving one simple periwinkle 

A small blue reminder to temper my foolishness

You lollygag as you go

Grinning and winking

Twirling about

And while I skedaddle to return to a semblance of propriety

Attempting to beget order out of your leftover ruckus

You tiptoe back and knock it all over again

©kcasady2014

Fairy Dust

My dear sir

It appears you have taken up residence in my neighborhood 

On the very street where my hound and I walk daily

You picked a quiet virginal lane

Secluded but for the occasional car and the few pedestrians avec ou sans les chiens

The denizens who discovered this hidden urban gem 

Who tiptoe through its celestial silence 

Lest any noise attract unwanted attention

And you sir dodge the world in

this perfect utopian refuge

Your splendid hideaway at the side of my silvan path

Each morning I pass the faux French farmhouse where you bide your time

Working on whatever clever project occupies you

And as I linger for a singular moment

While the hound sniffs out her compatriots then leaves her own message

I glance to the upper window and glimpse you at your endeavor

Certainly you see me for I sense recognition

Yet despite the possible outlet from your burdens

The opportunity to leave your concerns

You do nothing but remain deep in your mind

You fain familiarity as anathema to your being

I shan't wave

I shan't knock

Instead I speak to the nymphs and sprites who reside in the quiet lushness

Pleading for a tiny furor

An enchanted fairy dust storm

Of golden lust

And rising silver passion

But instead the hound finds a morsel

Pulls on the lead

And we walk on

©kcasady2014

Hound

My dear madam

I often look up from my work and out the window

And through the early morning haze of golden fairy dust

See you glide by my hideaway from whence I view the quiet green road below

My sylvan refuge shields me from all wandering eyes but yours

The big hound catches my attention

as she prowls along the lane 

A tall blond with long legs

Somewhat resemblant of her companion 

Elegant and free

Bold in her nuzzling 

Shy with her glances

I see you briefly look toward my window

But your focus is the hound

A magical rapport as you move in unison

Matched in repartee 

Spellbound as if intoxicated by an elfin elixir

And you walk on

But I note a tiny glimpse over your shoulder at me

I nod but you've no notion of my small acknowledgement 

Lost perhaps in the light reflection of greenery against the pane

©kcasady2014

Ebullient

My dear madam

You travel so far

Yet you shan't knock at my door

This act or lack thereof puzzles me

For I have expected your visit for quite some time

Madam please do not stand on ceremony

Politeness burdens you 

Weighs you down

Clouds your nimble wit 

You stumble under the guise of etiquette

I shall abide by your wishes and seek you out

I desire your company, your banter and your dusky voice

You pretend that I do not

Imagining that I harbor indifference

That dispassion and aloofness govern me

When I come upon you

I shall offer my hand

Raise you into my embrace

Listen to your silly vain mockery

Laugh at the transparent badgering

Pouring from your rouged pursed lips

Silence them with a simple kiss

Ergo I shall take your arm in mine

Squire you about

Shoulder to shoulder

As we trip over our gaiety

Ebullient in our yearning

Finally falling through the threshold of my open door

©kcasady2014

Pint

My dear sir

It seems I am coming to visit

Traveling a great distance 

Seeking your company

Quite splendid, you might say to me

Most magnificent 

A delicious surprise

I shall make time for you

Sort out a space

Fit you in

Nay...

More than that...

My current plans shall vanish, you should say to me

The halls of my time shall become yours

Furnished with pleasures 

Adorned with amusements

We shall dine on fine foods

Converse over succulent wines

Traipse about 

Until our bones creak, you would say to me

But sir, upon my arrival I shan't knock at your door

I am not rude

I carry impeccable credentials of politeness

My chest heaves under the weight of etiquette 

And sir, notification of my presence falls to you

I shall abide you nursing a fine pint at your accustomed public house

Earnest in the certainty of your destined appearance

©kcasady2014

Hollywood Kiss

My dear sir 

You simply must work on your Hollywood kiss

Your lips touch hers but

You hold back

Passion must pass between you

You mustn’t contain it or

Guard it

Keeping it to yourself

Saving it

For someone else 

Real or imagined

Perhaps afraid of it

Of its power

That once released

You may never take back

Forever lost to you

But you are an actor so

You must pretend that

She is yours

To take

To possess

All of her

She restlessly awaits 

Release your fervor upon her

Complete her

Answer her

Convince us

The role requires it

©kcasady2014

Bite

My dear madam

How dare you intrude upon my reputation

You infer that my Hollywood kiss needs work

You presume to know how well I kiss based simply upon observation

You accuse me of holding back

Of moral restraint

Well madam j'accuse

For I am known to be a good kisser

And I shall not simply press my mouth upon yours

Providing the politest of pecks

Or even a lengthy stray smooch

But instead I shall bite your lips

First a tender nibble 

Our mouths slightly ajar

Absorbing the scent of your dinner

Tasting hints of chocolate and wine

Fueling my ardor and madness

Your lips bleed from passionate mayhem as I plunder them 

And my tongue slithers past reaching for your throat

You shan't breathe except with gasps 

Then I shall retreat leaving you paralyzed with desire

Is this a true test 

Perhaps not

Because you are not an actor 

And this is not a mummer's play

I can do no less

Suffer the scene as it may

I shall render no Hollywood kisses upon your person

But shall save them for the imaginary world of thespians

©kcasady2014

Cannoli

Dear

Sir

Did you

Really just

Taste for the first time

A fine Italian cannolo

Your trip to the city of Boston, Massachusetts

Has broadened your culinary outlook way past pub bangers and mash and shepherd’s pie

Opened you up to the vast cuisine of agreeable sweet foods and your tongue to the sugary flavors of chocolate and vanilla crème

But dear sir I hope concern for your waistline denied you prior cannoli opportunities and not a lack of expansive gastronomic discernment or having an after dinner fling might be quite boring and dull

©kcasady2014

Fork

My dear madam
cannoli
such a silly name
for such a delicious treat
my first time
yes
but it has come to my attention
that you have never tasted a cannolo
oh you've looked upon them with admiration
but the lusciousness of sweet ricotta and bits of chocolate
wrapped in a round flakey shell has not yet passed your lips
well madam
tis time for you to embark on your own culinary journey
lest you lose sight of the prize
the wonderment your mouth shall endure
your tongue wends its way through the smooth but mundane cream
it trips over a crumb

you play with it for a moment

wondering

you bite
a tad of chocolate implodes
I watch your face
I lean close
I smell the deliciousness on your breath
see pleasure float through your eyes
how I must restrain myself
you take a second piece
offer it up to my waiting mouth
the fork slides from my lips
I join your exaltation
your gallivant through a heretofore unknown Sicilian paradise
a rhapsodic bliss of texture and sweetness

its origins hinting at fertility

a celebration of ancient fecundity

alas this desirous little tube

this cannolo leaves me spent

©kcasady2014

Dung Beetle

Dear sir

Please tell me why you need a therapist

Perhaps too much

Too soon

There are the

Nuclear perks

Splendid

Sumptuous

Plentiful

Unforeseen and lovely

But alongside the

Inconvenient annoyances

Unwanted attention

Microscopic examination

Brooding over the impossible desire to accommodate

And the difficult decisions ahead

Stay or go

Fly to greater heights

Soar to extraordinary

Shedding veracity

Or remain unexpected

By means of unpredictable honesty

And idiosyncratic quirkiness

Hovering just above unusual

Well sir

God speed

May your journey be mindful

And your process abundant

Dotted with awkward rewards and startling revelations

May you dig like a dung beetle

Past your quivering exoskeleton

Laying fertile eggs in palpable tissue

Finally encircling truth

©kcasady2014

Angel Dive

My dear madam

Your nosiness intrigues me

You ask me to trust you

Allow you past my hard-won persona

My dung beetle exoskeleton 

That I permit you to angel dive into a crystal pool dyed red with clotted information

Choking you as you rise to its surface

Guided by false sunbeams peering through the muck

Pulling yourself through tendrils of random words and phrases

Meaningless to you

Slowing your rise

Clogging your throat and burning your lungs as you gasp for air

Suffocating you even as you reach out

And I must plunge in after you

For I know the way through my thoughts

Jumbled and dangerous

Like a giant hippo’s crushing jaws

No place for a woman I tell you

But you plugged your ears with love

Now I must save you from drowning within me

And you struggle so

Pound my chest with your meager fists

Kick my shins through the thick drivel

Taking us to the murky bottom

Even as I retrieve our souls

But in the end 

As you lie silky in my arms

Catching your breath

You unplug your love stuffed ears 

And hear the beating of our hearts

©kcasady2014

Persona

Battlements

My dear madam

Please join me in my box

The quiet deafens me

It grows to great proportions

May I offer you a plump slice of silence

Diced to luscious tidbits

To slide under your pink tongue

There to dissolve into silky midnight stillness

Seeping into me

Knowing my persona

Leaving no assumptions

Pedestrian as it seems

When I act you shall act

When I sleep you shall sleep

When I make love so shall you

And of the people who talk

Well my dear madam

Let their words bounce

From our smoldering battlements

Rebounding upon the wicked gossips

Drenching them with burning pitch

Filling their mouths and silencing them forever

©kcasady2014