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Sweet-Skin Child



I offer my cup to you,



sweet-skin child

woman not quite.

I stroke your mind



encouraging in their colour.

Your hopeful eyes

hardly blink.

Your body tips forward

floating flowers fill your ears,

l o v e yourself l o v e yourself l o v e yourself

My mother thumbs

gently mould,

I can see


Wings sail your soul and your glory a spray of ultra marine

my palms and heart are clean,

my mind a pillow for your fear.

Take your silver coin

my darling,

ride the light be free.



Sweet Me



Finding the sweet me

is a forever journey

a soul trip

to inner space

amongst the mist

worlds that

exist ed

before I could think

When my heart was  jupiter

and you my mother

my father

my feathered gods that

swung me left and right

up up

missing the fan blades

instilling a grounded earthly love

for something

blue and green

a painterly  lean

a thick  plastering of sensational life

I flew the roads and climbed the mountainous peaks

dancing the backs of cashmere  goats

I have breathed shallow on the arsenicum ridges

been plaintive in my call

but strength becomes me now

and oceans float my

salty toes

to shore

Finding the


in the folds of satin ink

amongst wildflowers and faces

a journey


and incomplete

Green Shoots Unseen


AH such keen thrill

to this cold,

this ice in my bones

I run through the house naked

a flying queen in snow cloak

to stand skin first

pressed against fire

I squeal with

life biting


sucks me closer….

Like old love

yesterday moments that should remain buried

but are not quite dead

and bitterness that masks rusty pain

that masks desire

that masks yearning

love of self…

a winter growth, green shoots, un seen.

BUT for now I lay him underneath the coals

and raise my arms in supplication

to my god

of fire, skin and soul