Steeped leaf raspberry tea
Choc walnut revelry
Creamy bean scoop vanilla
Lemon curd lap clean
Palate of particular
Pleasantries as two
Self proclaimed peculiar
Personalities delve
Into past selves
Arising changed
In most important ways
Resurrected new wave
Fantasies titillate
Over tip of tongue
Broody spring Saturdays
Live on
If ever an original thought
Possessed fair and true
Surely it would be one time
I fell in love with you
Sheer freedom to spend
Hastily penned prose
As a lottery win
Tossed to the wind
Not a single note
To be found now
All love expended
Where to now?
A bundle of spring flowers
Tied loosely with a curl
Of twine enveloped
By eucalypt sprigs
Like a peace offering
Lay at my feet
All sorts of smiles
Glances and reminisces
Scents hang around
Should you find
Alone turns lonely
Unexpectedly so
At the eleventh hour
Though not clock watching
Thoughts chime in chorus
The need to know
All is fine
Monumental greatness
Can be obtained
By simply containing
All adoration
Safe within
Much trepidation
To give it away
Knowing it may spoil
Be despised or downtrodden
A monolith of affection
For one
Flourishing
Behind closed eyes
A life adorned
Silence sings chorus
Trailing in waves
Over mountain ranges
Always known
Since fair eyes met
A soul awakening
Who you are to me
Some things never change
Golden den of orchids
Wavering on windy
Spring day
Appeals to senses
Grow in certain place
Of community
Treasure trove
Of species mingle
In their shade
Who grows around me?
Companion planting
Colourful variety
Though foot and paw
Tooth and claw evade
Safety in numbers
Small discreet circle
Of simple spaces
To be completely
Oneself
Indolent as the sinking sun
Tucked in beneath the sheets
Of stratus hovering on skin
Up to her lady's chin
Propose a new locution
To discern a lover's toil
Mute and bewildered
By the tragic dimming light
For blazing sensitivity
Could ne'er reduce the spoils
Of cherished forest nymph on lute
Of loss mythologised
Tame the darkest craving
Urge of new moon water signs
Embody all we never spake
Through threads touched by desires
I'll bet - if I had the chance again - An alpine mosaic winds its way through your mind just like the landscape of your hands feet and neck do mine
We play, rest, rise
Woven skein unwinding
Houses apart, river abreast
Taking tea on balcony
Always a mystery of two minds
No sensation for downcast eyes
Cascading words lost and find
Fruitless picking out motivations
The bottom of pot, cooled
Renewed, steeped brew simmering heat
Rose between two cheeks
A blush sweet from scorching sun
Below 42 degrees
Blistering sleet
Homebody, I nest alone
Full grown tenderlings
Binding fallen threads
Of existence into thermal weave
So that you, like father
Can protect and heal wind kissed skin
As salty drops slide winsomly
A welcome sting. Long missed love
Count the stars of heaven 