A source of great strength
A true friend who never betrays
The sleep that nourishes wisdom
More powerful than proving a point
It is golden
A sanctuary for the soul or
An ultimate weapon of power
Whether embraced or imposed
May your silence be filled with bird song and laughter
By this, if a weapon, may it lose its power.
Forces of deep
All it keeps
Eventually
Rises up
Life abounds on the edge
We always knew the rainbow
Not lines of solid colours
A spectrum of hues
Our very DNA intermingles
Since time immemorial
Generations of story tellers
Minced with scientific truths
A new kind of love walks around
Nods at one another,
Knowingly
Formerly L, G, B or Q
Now are plus beings
Who love one not defined
By straight lines
Yet familiar it is, human
With fruiting bodies
Taking on attributes
Of one another
Perfect symmetry of life
Will I set it free?
To wander monsoon streets
Slip into fever dreams
Strap to airplane seats
Will I loosen from its nest
Inside of me?
To fly above swirling schools
Of fish perused
By cephalopods and seals?
Do I secure it soundly within
Cabin walls to sway
In tempestuous swells
Safely in your arms?
Do I unleash this love of mine
Deep-seated divine
Nestled in safe hands
Across unending oceans?
Holding untethered body
In its wake.
Forever residing in waves
That which joins all lands
Far and wide
Joints, muscles and sinew
Within us too.
May I entreat thee
A painstakingly slow
Reveal
If you're not sold
On its worth
Grow weary before
Ribbon falls
To the ground
Blink as lid lifts
Lay it aside
Open wide
Tease of tissue paper
Crinkles as the nose
In anticipation
No waiting game
Moments of reckoning
One still standing, poised
Wing span of heart's
Butterflies
The best things take time
Least complicated
The way the tiniest bird
Flies so easily through
Iron bars
So too, contentment
Thoughts flee from
This waiting room
Yards of delicate spun silken cloth
Shaped and tailored
To fulsome figure
Breathing space
A few fingers on the waist
Darts and pleats
In all the right places
Spun yarns on bar stools
Stories we traded places
Design for an outfit
You and I
Something grande to wear
To a parade
Ever so slowly
A loose thread pulled
Here or there
A button popped
Dropped into beer glass
Hem frayed apart
Accessories slid off
Bar mates picked up
Broken
Sitting perched on edge
Of leather chaise lounge
Looking at your face
The flower on the sill
Alternating
Till I look down to realise
The whole time
This empress here
Singing her heart song
To cadence of onlookers
Was naked all along
If you happen to see her
Tell her I love her
You lit a fire
One night
Walked away
Let it blaze
Forgot to turn around
To put out the flames
So it rages
All this time
Should I not have
Fuelled its rise?
Smoke signals
Over horizon
Miles and years
From where you left
They say it's better
Clear the weeds
Let seeds burst
Another year
The greatest deed of self love
When in deleterious deficit
Simply to write one's thoughts and feelings
In a thousand different ways
Then set about, daily, to treaure it.
Count the stars of heaven 