And here it is, Christmas has arrived. So different and so much alike. Today I dress up — all the iridescent baubles, scented ornaments, tinsel in all the colours, and I dance, dance, dance. A word, a thought, a touch, stardust in my veins. all the small things get me enamoured. And here we are. …
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“Trust, curiosity, and” —your eyes, I want to say— “laughter”
Unfold this time
You take the fire and fold itinto a paper roseand then you let it on a shelffor her to see some daynever to realise howred it was, howit has gainedits white.Yet the sunlight will strikeand she will reach for the roseto unfold it,to let you free.Ah! Fly to me!Kindred spiritswork magic.
A smidgen of Fall spice
One slow goodbye, crunchy leaves floating around, I taste hops and chocolate. Time is cinnamon raining now on a morning coffee; the breeze opens my sheets and mouths… I might want you here. Orange skies, skeletons and laughter, the cat meows when he hears my sighs when your perfume reaches these shores of pink clouds…
Today’s aftertaste
You and I have seen each other; this is not the first time and yet – here it happens, a chance meeting of the eye and now everything’s different – it begins the story I wasn’t expecting we see each other – I hope. I wasn’t seeking you, I could not anticipate it would be…
A single love
A single love I yearn for those promising afternoons sunny golden skies drinking from your eyes the poetry I so have always grown towards.
No escape from You
Get into my bodyas a televised fear.Take up all the roomand don’t let me brood. I’ll follow and wanderpast all mental confines.I’ll stretch beyond the windows,I’ll smash the statues of time.I’ll rip the scarlet scroll,I’ll face the fate of my blindfold. Get in tonight and rise at dawnto leave me in silence nevermore.Relinquishing peace and…
Blistered hearts
blistered heartsdon’t fear just hurtstraddles don’t look like usroaming in the dustwe just have blisteredwild hungry hearts fires on the horizonconsume our nightstucked in by secret desireswe wish not to see the lightbut crave what we deserve to haveand thenwe calm your restless mind but these blistered heartsthey’ve got dreamsand they work hardwe come to…
Day and Night, I do
* These shards of hope cannot cut my skin, I’m made of tainted glass I feel the edges as my own. I can pick them up every day and put them back in the sun, where they can grow tight and make you smile. ** There are these moments when the moon is full and…
Bittersweet holiday
Shimmering gold and I’m dreaming still, my arms closing in like the jealous tide, won’t ever try to find a better shore where to stop by.