A poignant question
Posed to me by me
By mark of time
Who would love
Such one as I
Indiscriminately
Mine?
The notion begged
Ten thousand words
Just to describe
Such question
Then eighty thousand
More to write
Each possible retort
Once most likely
Hypothetical
Option I could find
At least another
Twenty thousand
Words crept through
My mind
Not until the warmth
Of one enamoured
By my side
To find stillness
Just to rest
These lips
Speechless
On mine
Stories we tell in our heads
Become placeholders
For our future selves
Unless we hold space
For our word and breath
To live on in others
Pressed against freckled
Trunk and limbs
Spreading out holding
Horizon caving in
Concrete walls collide
With rays of fading
Warmth of hopefulness
Create our own breath
Out and in
Between two bodies
Stem the rising fate
A smile
A glimpse
A kiss
You win
Hidden beyond shores
Evading passing glances
Midden of past lives
Buried under feet
Occasionally arise
A token, memento
Broken dreams
Surfacing
Shards of memories
Words crescendo
New season flush
Cover soft green
Tender one tread lightly
Through new landscape
Sights and wonders
Exhilarating new scents
Expanding our senses
Golden hour
While sun still shines
Entwine tendril fingers
New season sublime
Face framed by darkness
I peer inside
Bursting open
Safe from the wilds
Weather with you
All through the night
Laying bare
Come to light
As city lights kiss the sea
So you sink into me
Strength unmeasured
As she holds space
A weighty moment
As I hang on
Her every word
Hear me cry
The sky is free
Rapidly shifting
Illumination
Without the need
For New Year’s Eve
Or TnT
Just watch closely
You will see
Few steady hands
Can claim it
Laying pigment
To blank canvas
Just look up
Its beauty fleeting
Kiss of tears
Fall upon me
Chased by sunny smiles
Her face slips away
Into darkness again
Tender lover
Come back to me
Gaping wide mouth
Where tree roots
Would dig deep
Holding still
As wide limbs above
Each to each
Arms and feet
Lungs of earth
Two years of weaving
Words of healing
For the colossal
Wound from atom bomb
Dropped without notice
On my front lawn
Wandering hands and minds
Kept still by tracing
Rainbow threads
Counting stitches
Like memories
Back and forth
In the mind
Still a dream weaver
Handing on silent wishes
In thread form
Head, hands, heart warmers
Binding you to mine
Renovating inside and out
Trading old loves
Possessions for new
Regeneration of seasons
Always changing
Yet standing still
Old growth gums waving
At your window
Since before our kind
Carved their history
Over mother earth
Tattooed seared
Grazing land
Will one day be swallowed
By roots and leaves
Once again
Count the stars of heaven 