Meet me on the bridge Lover, on the water, over the water here in the middle of me This bridge was built for us Lover, to make a wish, a silver wish, and set the gold fish free Follow the arch of colour Lover, under the sun, full of sun we’ll melt the frozen sea
Originally inspired by the poem Monster Feathers and claws scrabble in the dark. The sun is a warm distraction but I am blind to my heaven and words hit a dark wall, erected by the king. I close my eyes And the words spring… my soul drags itself from beneath the pot ofContinue reading “Dichotomy of Man”
I breathe the coloured air cool like Autumn morning teaspoon in a cup. A touching clear precision the dawn brings with it, a focus, an esteem of something new; like Womanness. ‘Womanness,’ he said, just a word, a new word, or more… a strange word, a strange man, but real maybe…..Continue reading “I AM Grateful For My Breath”
Blue dog has brown eyes Love is a fact. Sneaky birds stand tall. Blue dog sniffs the tree, scratches with her paw, then stretching she turns her attention to froth at the bottom of my cup. SIGH Clothes relax on the line broken gun just colour now and fluorescent lizardContinue reading “Backyard In The Morning When Thinking About My Mum”
Blades. Words. Tall and tangled seeming free to float, gesticulate and cut! THEN in thoughtless rushing, words like grass push together, leave air wet form a tributary or tendril (with sex or perfume) confuse the mind, flicker the eye and wrap around my finger to create a memory
little bird with yellow beak sits in empty frangipanni tree perfect it trips and hops is happy i am happy to see this thing….the life, and beautiful COLOUR so inviting that my body wants to die and fall apart to be the bird, the beak and the tree.
slipping fingers in-between fingers, slender-pink rose light sliding, through a window in my beating heart. i skim the temporary fragrance that is you, the ribbons of connection swallow me in a blanket of love, i savour
I hate this ene r g [Y], trying to stay hidden but NOT, instead it flows with friction rough intensit[Y] like a sucking thing…… oh the cave is so warm but I am cold. You pull into me, in some way and my heart L E A P S the space between usContinue reading “The Cave – Forbidden Love”