Hiding in the shadow
Golden yellow halo
Curls and waves fall
Frame her face
Fixed on me
Two sapphire gems
So blindingly bright
I take pictures
With my mind
Side-glances
While capturing
All the beauty
Earth and sea
In between
Rocky shore
Where still waters
Lap at oyster shells
Wings open to glide
Over river mirror
Reflections everywhere
Stories shared
Held carefully
Between clasped hands
Take you down
From that pedestal
To colour
A fingerprint
Of lover's name
Unique new note
Not one the same
Beautiful fingers
Of one fine hand
Silent wave
Siren's command
So rare and precious
Slender and long
Ever rehearsed
Perform one song
Some sit idle
Curled content
Pondering days
Love long spent
Mine a many
Instrumentalist
Strikes a chord
Tone long missed
Orchestral works
Of mindfulness
Conducted by
Pure hand of bliss
'It's the darkest side
Of my heart that dies
When you come to me
It's the golden ticket
I win when you
Kill my enemies
When I die I'm alive
When I lose I find
My identity...'
~ The Middle East
Such a following
Far and wide
Ocean reaching
Long arms up river
To the mountains
I can hold her
For the first time
Under stained glass window
When pews are abandoned
Beautiful interior
Artisan crafted
For this moment
Always seeking those
Brave and daring souls
Who simply believe
In love
A body of water
Still reflecting sky
Seemingly inanimate
Yet underneath
Life abounds
In tepid pools
Embankments bare
Except for wintering
Trees naked as we came
Trickling down
Not reaching for
Anywhere or anything
All flows in
Saying Come to me
I am here
Standing here reflecting
On how many ways
My body is here
But the rest
Is somewhere else
With you
I started a trend
Since hearing a word
Laid eyes on a friend
A sense caught me reeling
No putting back in
My eyes stealing jaffas
Down cinema aisle
My hands itched to hold
Secured under thighs
I smiled uncontrollably
In all the sad scenes
Mind danced the tango
In moments serene
I dared ask another
Calendar moment
A hug and a whisper
Dazed in her glow
Nonsensical laughs
Happy cry the way home
Pouring heart out
To a friend
On the phone
Like a Kinder surprise
A taste and a trinket
Never too old
For love's sinking feeling
All the words I have
And surely treasure yours
As writers, sisters
Daughters, friends
I could not ask
For more
