Hear me

What is it like
To love another
like you?

To let their name
linger longer on lips
cited and recited

To close your eyes
see lightness pervade
cut through blackness

To draw the lines
around your face
as smiles evade
a knowing gaze

To lie in wait
until the day
catch a ride
see a face

To know the same
happens every day
some place and time
yet never again
like them.

To know what is meant
when they say
love is love is love...
E-MIGRATION or A FLIGHT OF FAIR GAME by Alfred Ducote, 1832. Hand coloured lithograph Allport Library and Museum of Fine Arts.


Admiring beauty
From afar
These empty vessels
Won't hold warmth
Nor bear handling
Forgive accidental
Fall from grace
Tiniest touch
Out of place
All seeing
Though clearly
Simmer gently
Hands clasped
In dainty laps
Licking jelly slice
From fingers
Longing gentrified
Special ones
Reserved for whom?

A volume of work

She who has kept
All the secrets
Denying any
Locked up inside
Things never said

Let me wonder
Turning over
Every leaf
Adorning answers
Oft agreed
Rarely seen

Timeless wander
Speak native tongue
Lamp burns brighter
Windows dimmer
Tides higher
Carry me
To sleep

Remember me?

Love like

Light disperses around
Casting dancing shadows
Until the sun hides
Shapes erase
Gentle budding offerings
Shower like rain
'Till leaves overtake
Newness delights no more
Still nestled by banks
Close to source
Roots go deep
Shadows grow tall
Setting not forgetting
Till tomorrow