Craving My Kind

At what point does craving become crazed
The crossroads of desire denied and utter despair

Tactile memories conspire to keep me on edge
A raging fire that consumes – has consumed all fuel in its wake

I am left with the taste of you on my lips
The feel of my hands on the ghost of your sweat slicked back

Controlled, maddened by this aching, insatiable impulse
My hunger grows and my desire hunts you tirelessly over the miles

~ kei
7 March 2016

Shivers thinking of you

Old Friends

I wish that I could read your mind
The bridge is built yet the wall remains
Is it fear? Remnants of a young man’s pride?
Perhaps it’s a blessing that thoughts are invisible
I will keep my heart open
Put the past aside my friend
Our autumn is here
I would have mine
Coloured in every shade
Every tone
~ KbT
14 August 2015


Just because I let you in to my head

Stripped myself to show you my scars

Bled every hurt, every ecstasy

From wrists slashed by life

Secrets transformed to this page

And even though I knew you could never understand

Always flitting off after another shade of despair

I won’t be lying here weeping and grieving for you

I have stitched myself back together too many times

This child’s game is far too trivial a slight to break me

You could never understand how I’ve been tempered

Shattered, fired and remoulded in fire and lightning

It’s clear we never did speak the same language…

~ kei
14 July 2015

Through Pages Soaked In Love ~ A Duet

I would like to introduce a piece I’ve written alongside my friend Ax. This is my first duet and he has been a patient guide and a very simpatico wordsmith. It’s an honour and privilege to co-create with someone who’s writing I admire so much. It’s been a true joy to discover the similarities in our approach and style and to share the creative process with a fellow Canadian too!

I hope you’ll all enjoy our piece as much as I enjoyed writing it with him and if you haven’t already, please go visit Ax at Perso~In~Poesia . His words will touch you, I promise. ~ kei


Kei 2

The smell of paper stained with ink
An aphrodisiac, a poet drinks
Through pages soaked in love
Held in hand, bindings spread
Fingers leaf, turning pages read

Walking through an empty park, under misty rain and pearly skies
An open book and ruffled pages, on a park bench did I spy
Through pages soaked in love
Heedless to the weather, I sat down and chanced to read
Words leaping off the pages spoke of nameless love and need

Eyes fall for the curves of her theme
Plot thickens, to sounds of screams in a dream
Through pages soaked in love
Escape the every day and find the way
To a place inside, let those fingers splay

Touched by a Poet who ached for what had been, what was not
Heart ached as I addressed it and pushed it through the slot
Through pages soaked in love
Those words had kissed my eyes, and slipped into my soul
I’d been captured by the thoughts of a man I didn’t know

Absorbing the fluid flow of evocative words
Trapped in lust, sung between dawn and dusk by birds
Through pages soaked in love
Consumed by the author’s tease
To a character most recognizable with ease

From that mailing began a flow of our correspondence
Writer’s nature, letter followed letter and grew in nuance
Through pages soaked in love
Words spilling from heart to fingers, swept us up in a flood
We were bound by indigo chains and in each other’s blood

To fall in love, to wish upon a star
To drown in lines of waves from afar
Through pages soaked in love
To dip into the abyss of a lost world
To find the secrets that lay unfurled

Exploring each other in each turn of the page
Sweet surrender to growing passion, enslaved
Through pages soaked in love
Hands caressing your fantasies and skin soaked in sweat
To read those incendiary words, “I think it’s time we met”

Page after page, without a break
The ups and downs of joy and ache
Through pages soaked in love
The final page held in trembling fear
As the end draws ever near

Desire brings you to my door under midnight skies
All those words, all that’s right, is written in your eyes
Through pages soaked in love
Our words alchemized with a touch from page to skin
Sealed with our kiss, let a new chapter to begin

Ax 2


What is it draws me to you?
You are less the proverbial flame
Me even less the moth
You’re more like the edge of an abyss
That I can’t resist jumping off

My thoughts circle themselves
Effortlessly returning to you
It crept up, this compulsion
Growing in the core of me
Now screaming for attention

Crazy words spill from my lips
Recklessness from fingertips
To write those predilections
You opened that door again
I crave a hit of an old addiction

Thoughts of you stroke that want
Raging now like wildfire
Is this what you wanted? You win
I mainlined the last words you wrote
It’s up to you to cure my jonesin’

~ kei
27 June 2015

His Hands

She wonders what his hands are like…
Are they big hands? Strong hands?
Long tapered artist’s fingers
Or the strong blunt fingers of the artisan?
She wonders are they a little rough…
Are they working hands? Finely shaped?
The palms roughened by finishing the floor
Maybe there are scars? Shop class mishap?
Maybe a long ago burn from the first time
He tried to bake a cake for someone special
She knows they’ve gently held a newborn
And been steady and unfaltering in the line of duty
She wonders if they hurt in the cold sometimes
Like hers do and if he bites his nails. Mostly though…
She wonders how it would feel to have his hand in hers
What his palm would taste and feel like to her mouth
She wants his hands to ask what only her body can answer

~ kei
18 June 2015

Shivers In His Hands

A Different View

Will you never speak?
Time is rushing forward
These misread signs
This collection of miscues

Do you prefer this view?
You once saw my soul
Now I’m pinned to a slide
Under a clinician’s gaze

I feel so exposed
This inverted image
Leaves me more naked
Than my words ever could

Through pixel’d windows
I lay myself bare
Starting fires with kindle
Of memory, desire, despair

You remain cold and aloof, beyond my reach
Unknowable behind your virtual eyepiece
While I look back, through my kaleidoscope view
And my heart weeps for the ardent boy I once knew

~ kei
16 June 2015

Through the glass inverted...

Through the glass inverted…