Suddenly it seems
I’m done dancing for your dumb
A B C Ds. Free.
Tag: poem
nearly done
semester near done
motivation in decline
hurry up, summer.
what I thought it was
recoil on the floor
sweeping up messy memories with the body.
what I thought was complex
is actually really simple-
counting down the petals
releasing perfumes
to inhale.
I left the lamb alone to face the wolves.
An echo of waves
A song danced by two
Brings calm to the raving waves
Echoing through April.
boardwalk
mindful
swimming with maroon waves
a broken sun setting on an endless horizon
ocean boiling, tempering imagination
simmered to disfunction,
and then function.
beneath chaos, quietly
sanded planks tidied as a boardwalk
and skipping over the ordered lines-
infinite thought,
and then non-thought.
the seething.
heat bubbling up to meet the feet
the intimate.
skin guarded to withstand hot coals
the disaster.
tip toe with agility across the cracks
and then squander back
to dainty quarters.
never meeting,
never meeting.
a thread to weave the will-
fingers lingering on an un-sewn answer
unknowing, and again-
never meeting,
never meeting.
and then meeting.
goosebumps
Do you remember
when we were just beginning
how when I kissed you
I gave you goosebumps?
I still see them clearly.
My favourite memory, because
that’s when I knew…
You must love me
like I love you.
Decoding fallacies
savor tenderness
with acute fondness
not the kind that riles passions
and sets tempers to beguile cruelty
Assuaging disquieted thoughts.
instead
find the calm remuneration
that ivory flames
and curling bark can settle
Bringing copper imagination to fruition.
realising that purple lace
is delicate
suitable only for royalty, and then
dismissing such
misguided notions
Becoming regal.
wrapped in fine threads
Egyptian cotton
a thousand gold sweated coins
traded for a vanishing act
Surrendering at last.
No care for
where, when, why, what
Only for who-
And for me, it’s you.
You and I in any moment can melt metal for dawn.
no coffee
pounding in my head
a broken coffee machine
weep in the morning
Earth underfoot
Sometimes we forget
that there is earth cradling us underfoot,
cushioning our falls.
Our attempts
to reach the sky.
Catastrophe
Tend delicately to your castle garden
where feathers grow like rare flowers
out of peppered breaths.
Some call it red 