I've never left hibernation
All but a short stroll
Around the garden
To vacate my cave
Return to ocean
Plunge deep into her senses
Cool relief
I imagine it daily
Breaking the surface
Would look like
Reaching out both arms
Holding her close to me
Kissing her forehead
Hand on her cheek
The full force of waves
Impacting me
With that smile
Just inches away
Rocking me to the core
Over and over again
In rhythm with moon
Wax and wane
For as long as forever
Remains
Love is no contest
Of reciprocity
If it were
Ours a game of tag
Where i am always it
Instead, a gift of sound
As if handing you
Every note wrapped
In red silk ribbon
From Chopin's ninth night
You responding only
With the miniscule slip
Of tear sliding down cheek
Eloquent and appropriate
For one such as this
Most exquisite sign
Illuminates the sky
Storm charges by
Bones rejoining
Her showering peace
Taunting me
Playing partners
Lightning smile dawning
Thunder rumble
Through my veins
Wayward glances
Broken sighs yawning
Her stage circumference
Straddle far horizons
All I see in front of me
I hold each waking morning
Saline cleansing drops
Saved up for sacred
Moments when I run
Out of words
They flow
To speak
1000
To say
The things
Out of pain
Moments when I love
Shored up for haven
Wells nourishing rain
‘Nothing is absolute
Frida Kahlo
Everything changes
Everything moves
Everything revolves
Everything flies
And goes away.
I am that clumsy human
Always loving
Loving
Loving.
And loving.
And never,
Leaving.’
The lane of love is narrow – there is room for only one
Kabir
Why do we do
What we do?
A myriad of ways
To distract me
From spending
Precious time
I cannot waste
Twenty paths
All leading
Back to you
A massage
Smoothing over
All hard places
Flooding in
Joints and sinew
Touching pain
Bringing healing
Warm movement
Entering in
Tentatively
Slow moving statue
Rising up again
Brought to life
Ready for anything
Stay
Not long enough
To admire your
Kaleidescope of colour
Drifting away
On the next breath
Of wind as I exhale
Disappointed
Yet inspired
To have known you
In the first place
Lie in wait in case
She returns to our
First meeting place
Wondering weather
Does lightning strike
In the same place?
Random encounters
Rouse hopefulness
Capture the infinite
Beauty of a moment
Chance encounters
Of your kind
An apple tree
Years taking hold
Establishing
Slower than grass
Don't watch me
All on its own
Four years old
Blossoms increasing
Anxiety held
Storm and frost
Melt gentle petal
Before full grown
Five years since
First taking root
Fruit begins
Ripens in the sun
Hoping no bug
Disease or bird
Steals away
One day when strong
Full fruit display
Reddens in the sun
Twist and pull
The most delicate
Fruit spoken of
Since legends told
As a daily apple girl
It keeps me well
Delight always held
As I polish skin
On my chest and
Sink in
One year or two
There may be no fruit
If pruned too hard
Or left untended
Another year closer
To harvest end
Enjoy while we can
Count the stars of heaven 