I understand that your threats are meant to make me feel
small,
but when I watch you making them all I see is
a big baby
throwing a
bigger temper tantrum
and then
sucking his own thumb.
Just cause I won’t let
him
have
his
way.
No matter how large the physical difference,
or however much damage might be done
you’ll always be smaller than me…
How could I ever take such a
desperate sight as you
seriously?
entrancing palm lines
voices silent under snow
relaxed symmetry
in your eyes I saw
overwhelming potential
I wanted a piece
Part of me is still
lying on that floor, weeping.
Life gone from your eyes.
a drumbeat pulsing
rushing to climb the jade vine
hands stained with colour
sat on the sideline
she reads the clock in reverse
a rose wilts, then lives
Droplets pelt my skin,
becoming part of me. I
sunbathe in the rain.
She speaks
in darling riddles.
Contradiction is spilled on
her windswept sleeve,
mystery fits her
dainty hand
like a tailored glove.
Those eyes,
clad so dangerously
beneath puffs of
seductive smoke,
bait our curiosity.
We tried to understand,
we became
invaders to her
razzle-dazzle imagination
but were chased out.
Sparks of her vexation
hot on our desperate heels
evoking exhilarating threats
that only succeed to
extend further invitation.
We try to sink
our audacious teeth
into everything that is her,
everything that might be her,
and we weep
because she
can’t be bothered
to bite us back.
Waist-deep now in
a pool of our own
frustrated tears,
because
despite our
fervent efforts
she yet remains,
properly enigmatic.
your taste on my lips
glory brought to the extreme
find your way through me
stand against the earth
gravity losing its hold
the stars in my hands
Some call it red 