Really much
Heaps of tons
Stacks up high
Supersized
Ginormous
Monolithic
Gargantuan
Lots times
Googolplex
Words not
Summing up
Confounding
Astounding
Insomniac
Manic train
Catch me
If you can
Love
Words fail me
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Category Archives: Love on the spectrum
My favourite thing
Old movies
Leonard Cohen
Lemon cake
Dog walking
Jazz babes
Snow stalking
Thriller show
Bird watching
Homemade gifts
Salty skin
Story trips
Staying in
Book stacking
Kayaking
Cream topping
Jaw dropping
Show stopping
Love
When we're sitting
Doing nothing
Nepenthes
Sweet nothingness
Grieves me today
Bound up in a pitcher
Of happiness
A contagion
Evoked by image
She gave
Meditating
As if sleeping
A surreal dream
Her absence filled
By the allure
Of elixir
Imagining
The time I had
With you
Setting
Sundown pink haze
Jelly knees knowing
Bouquet in a vase
Down what I'm doing
Bounds on how it plays
Songs to start my day
All the ways
Sights to gaze
Never dismayed
By you
Ray
Glistening
Frost between us melts
Sun rays touch
Bliss and Ease
Sunshine is kissing
My eyes wide open
Soft hairs of leaves
Tickling my senses
While flirting
Yellow honey breast
Darts between
Banksia bristles
My mind at ease
To know bliss
All around me
Mantle
How to achieve lofty goal?
Place fair face on the mantle
Above the roaring fire
Sacrifice of hard work
Adored when tired feet
Can walk no more
Every time I stoke
Naked flames of necessity
She is next to me
In a white frame
Holding loved ones
By their names
Imprint
That moment
Laying down alone
Next to you
Great question
Hemmed between two women
Whose adventures stitch
Threads of images along
Fraying edges of mine
Intelligences
Covering the great expanse
Down to the particles
Of origin and earthly existence
Power couple like moons rotating in orbit
Planet like sinking ship
They floatation devices
To cling to
As we abandon our scripts
Play ad lib on stringed instruments
With salt lapping at
Our noses
I admire their smiles
As warmth in my belly
Dissolves the awkward
Moments when she
Materialises in scene
A simple equation
A square root not threes
The answer lies with me
Watershed moment
All polished performance of lyric
Chime like a babbling brook
Met in my ears by
Sweeping deep ocean current
Esteemed verse lost in extremes
On all appearances
A sunlit icecap
Underneath glacial still
Torrents melting
Surging along with inevitable flow
Not knowing where to go
Whether to land
On quiet shores again
Carried in resignation
North where steel blue
Moves into folds
Of turquoise, yellow
Above bright coral
Skirts lying on sandy knees
Though carrying within
Long memory
Pieces of unseen life
Held south willingly
Hostage to elements
Unpredictability
How many seasons till
Released from heavenly grip
Fresh burst rush of spring
Melts into arms
Of tropical current
Gentle curl round
Rest on shores
All wings now spawn
A flowery mix
Of cool and warm
