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.
Tag: writing
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.
Indecisive tides
Though we were before
never in the same tide.
We shared.
Does this mean we’re worth the history?
Our ties parted all those years ago-
a ribbon cut on a whim.
Though that ribbon was crafted from blood,
it was deprived of oxygen-
no breath in it to give us life.
So thin that it could not keep its colour.
Ruby veins trickling away down the drain,
becoming water.
Where we raced forward over towering waves
the crescendo of rapid currents
ripping through infallible memories.
Despite them-
we acquiesced to separation.
Losing sight of one another,
drifting without care in casual opposition.
A disheartened ocean.
Now suddenly,
out of pale tides-
your hand reaches out to mine.
So close that I could catch it.
But when I stop and think,
mellow currents still interrupt
bitter with distilled poison.
Jagged breaths choking me
until my chest threatens collapse.
And though I’m sorry for it,
and though now
I can wish you happiness..
I still float further away.
Because I can’t help but think
that to reach out to you …
could not possibly be worth it.
Catastrophe
Tend delicately to your castle garden
where feathers grow like rare flowers
out of peppered breaths.
I looked at you
When I looked at you
I saw baby flames torrenting
down your hardened cheeks,
where once there were tears.
I guess you shaped your armor well.
We both knew you needed it.
Has it changed you?
Do your feet still shuffle dusty across the path?
I’ll still be here waiting for you,
whatever you decide.
My eyes longing to be seen by yours.
My skin shaped for your hug.
My fingers impatient to intertwine-
to weave in all of you.
Don’t leave me waiting too long.
Some call it red 