April may come again
Eventually it reminds
My nakedness
Revealing everything
Not a leaf remaining
Exposed but not barren
Shedding old stories
Just waiting
Frost and snow
Feral winds blew
Over rooftops
Firelit cabin
At high altitude
While I curled
Wistful and wondering
When the sun, like I
Came out of hiding
Leading me onward
Bitter sweet elixir
Courses through veins
Truth serum
Tried and tired
Confidants attest
Does it enliven?
Give wakeful purpose?
Determination when
World falls around us?
If the answer is yes
It is not addiction
Though why the need
To justify
A thousand times?
Shakespeare sonnet
This is not
But true love
At best
Marked at birth a name so entrancing Eros saved psyche to Pour forth her blessing Born under star to rise Fall over and over For love Waiting for one Whose gravitas Can claim her
Hemingway Not drowning, waving Until one dives in How frigid the lake How deep or shallow Revealing hidden treasures Tantalizing Or catastrophic bones lie Which one am I? Topography of life Safely viewed from above While others step lightly Weightless Bounding off continental shelf Bravely onwards
It is neither here nor there
Whether I ever
Explored landscape
Of your skin
A parallel universe
Is formed upon
First glance
Second chance
Third eye
Fourth dimension
Mirror image
Crown to root
Sings in perfect
Harmony with you
Here I write Words we might aspire to Though we'll likely disappoint each other But we will try not to In moments when we realise Our needs did not come first We will hold our hurt for a little while Then allow time and space For the other to grow Be nurtured, then return, If she may. These vows may increase Or slowly be erased Their effect will be life-lasting But if we find ourselves Staring at a blank page We can write new vows Afresh with hope or Fold it lovingly Into a sleek airplane and send it on its way
Water lily blooms Languidly laze on surface Abuzz sunlit show
Finest ink bleeds in time with percussive beats
Knowing well each drop more precious than gold
Unlike the burst of black cloud shrouding fear
Tentacles shooting across infested waters
Knowing where to find the spark for perpetuity
A lifeline in veins of penned prose
Splayed in restless phrases seeking
To be absorbed by stark gaze
On the pure chance her and I might be the same
Apart from desire to pour presence into silence
Stand fast like a tidal wall as passing rush
Tsunami crawls back to capacious sea
Entranced with affect, she pours into me veritable
Encyclopedia of past dreams evading dust of settling
Vain hopefulness turns weather crow 'round
Conjuring up necessary resistance to passing storms
Time together a transfusion
A love that keeps you warm
Modern living presents Small portrait-sized Black-mirror windows Into foreign lands Full of pop wisdom Highs like sherbet sticks Rainbows that fade soon as We hit the power button We are not bound up in pixels Love hearts, thumbs up To bow your neck Squint though fingerprints Smile lingers only a moment I give you sunrise and sunsets Wishing stones falling through Lapping waves glistening Paw prints and hellos I give you the awkward moments When I realise I poured my heart out You received it willingly I am silent in thankfulness I hold my breath waiting For you to speak Exhaled step by step Cadence of time together Waiting for one another In the sound of silence
Black cockatoos a more reliable
Predictor of the weather
Heading east escaping vapour
Mountain hidden since dawn break
Abandon all attempts to exercise
Freedom to illustrate
Sparse drawing began
Brink of adolescence, identity elation
I leave the trailing line
Hanging poised quill laden
Ink heavy ready to spill
In favour of waiting
Forever a poem for you
A penned story always binding
Thoughts you can come home to
Though words need never rhyme
Count the stars of heaven 