The Edge

 

Gravel

sex

breaking up

breaking

broken

into bits

 

gravel

feet

pressing in

pushing

love

broken out.

 

Breaking,

break me

take me…

on

the

edge

 

tying

up

down

into…..

hard tongue knots.

 

Broken bits

melt

melting

silver soft

liquid free

trembling

mercury.

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Running Water

 

 

The River is wanton,

it speaks to me

and I listen.

Restless creature I AM

a mossy rock by this river.

It’s earthy fragrance entices me,

I stand quiet and let it touch my body.

I put my face close so I can feel it’s voice in my mouth and

on my lips.

I love its accent of running water,

Its wonderful gurgle makes me thirsty,

I drink it in.

I like it.

 

The Chameleon

 

 

In the Apple tree after lunch, he sat.

His eyes shimmered and I was a mermaid.

I am what you think I am he said to me.

I am the sea.

I am the shells that shine a maternal pearl.

I am the tears that taste the corner of your lips.

I am salt and air.

I am the dark, red dirt of Earth’s womb.

I am you.

Touch me, lick my surface, bite into me like the apple that I am.

He turned his face away as if to gather his thoughts or breathe.

Then looked into my eyes, storm intense, a shocking lake of liquid fire.

There is nothing between us…..he said and I began to cry.

Not a thing, he repeated, to separate our being .

He pulled me onto his branch then, in the Apple tree, will you sit with me?

The golden hairs on his body dancing in the sun.

And I did

like sugar,

on the tip of God’s tongue.

LOVE

 

 

L  O  V  E

There is love and then there is LOVE.

Love with a little ‘l’ the one that we dream of and wish for.

The one we fear we’ll lose

the one we go to the movies to see.

is like a lollypop,

you suck it,

savour it,

occasionally bite into it but soon it is done.

You might claw at the stick with your teeth to extract the last skerrick of sweetness,

the illusion that was the lollipop is gone, never to be seen again.

Hmmm….. disappointing….

Love with the big ‘L’

the heat beyond the dream,

the truth within the wish,

the one that can’t be lost,

the Love that caused the movie to be made.

It is like the big bang,

the never ending sugar pop,

the kiss of God,

the sparkles that make the air we breathe.

LOVE with the big ‘L’ is the IS that lies at the core of ‘ex IS tence’,

the poem that concedes to You and I as ONE and shares a tear at the beauty of it all.

No thing can be lost when we rest in true love.

No other thing exists.

Take of your cloak and dance with me to the song

that holds US

as it’s harmony.

 

The Pink House

Pink Bees stare

as hungry jealous queen pulls my hair

My pink house

up to waist in water

sliding on sand

Old man sits on wooden chair and squeezes little, pink hand

Pink sea house under disappearing steps

curving like questions or smoke

Girl house leans in pink water under thick grey, melodic sky

empty sea shell waits for next wave to bring pink friend

pink friends and bees fill empty sea shells whilst girl houses lean and spill on moving sand and jealous water

Sanity Where Art Thou?

Sanity is in the breath and NOW
be HERE with me in
deep air like sea
back to the womb
in this pink moment

YOU I AM

                                                                 

You are bird song

You bring colour to the sky.

You are the oceans driving force.

You are the moon’s silver glow.

You are a kiss of sun.

You are the diamonds perching on tips of leaves.

You are a smile.

YOU are a grain of

sugar

rice

salt

sand

you

ARE

a drop of

rain

milk

wine

sea

YOU

are

light

flight

fresh

me

you are a macrocosmic microcosmic expressionistic piece of

ALL THAT IS.

becoming who

you

we

he

she

I AM

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