Least complicated
The way the tiniest bird
Flies so easily through
Iron bars
So too, contentment
Thoughts flee from
This waiting room
Simple
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Category Archives: Love
Spinning yarns
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
Another year
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
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.
Pull
Strongest of morning
Nestled in pure silence
Gravitas draws down
Most poignant moment
Into my coffee cup
I dwell
Steamy thoughts fill
My nose, eyes, throat
Ravenous groan
Deep in cavernous want
Mind lifts up
Sun reddening stoic
Organ pipes above
A herald echoes
In conscious moment
Pulling me to wake
From cosy slumber
Of longing
In my own skin
Layers as filo pastry
Deliciously warmed
Under the same sun
Peel away while sleeping
New versions of ourselves
Quietly revealing
Still the same old, same old
Heaving, breathing
Precious burst illuminating
Memories slink across my face
In diamond cut wrinkles
Glitter all over the place
Lightly
We crossed the bridge
Going different ways
Off on our own
Adventures
That we crossed paths
Sits with me
A trickling stream
Of memories and imagery
Floating away
Lightly, upon fallen leaves
Heart shaped box
Pack it all up
Last year's shards
Like an antique
Japanese ceramic
Put it in a box
Under the bed
Start afresh
Forming with hands
Glaze coated smile
Showing heart
All is well
Strike gold
Repair cracked
Seams of old
Unguarded moment
Tell those friends
Their jokes
Don't make me laugh
Those men
With horses for hearts
So deep, deep
Without meaning
They only make me feel...
Lyric poem, An Unguarded Moment, by The Church.
Ode to be
Oh to be the one
Who can do no wrong
To see your face
Illuminated
Each time we meet
Rather than
Cloud nine dissolves
Thump upon landing
As you are gone
Sound of strings
Only soothes
I am not
The one for thee
An ode to be
Just me
Count the stars of heaven 