To keep her

If you love her
Keep her any way
You are able
For this, be brave

Keep her warm
Yarn laced fingers
Curl round nape
Feather linger

Woven holding
Tender kiss
Forehead whisper
Only hears

Keep her hopeful
Words entwined
Stories ebb
Like evening tide

Keep her safe
Biding space
Contentment cups
Heart weary race

Keep her trust
Alive in truth
So idly by
No thoughts invade

A brilliant love
Will break if kept
Enclosed admired
On show in cage

This love wraps round
To keep in ways
These arms can't hold
When she's away

Longing

Enveloping my whole body
I dive in tentatively
The cool surface shocks
My skin pricks lightly
My feet shake it off
Pressure builds in ears
Presses on eyelids
I feel the warm embrace
Of weightlessness
It surrounds me
Cradles softly
Like mothers arms
Holds up backflip
Lifts to lie breathing
Grateful for air
Contemplating its gift
Longing of water
Fills my mouth and nose
Ears and hair
Every crevice tenderly
Seal broke free
Finding new colony
Rest on her shores
Till we meet again
Ocean and me

Old fashioned

Mine an old fashioned
Kind of silent movie
Secret smiles
Behind closed doors
Writing captions
Never spoken
Lying in bed
For hours
Only thinking
What's behind
Velvet curtain?
Sending flowers
Anonymous note
The rush and glitz
Glamour of colour
Took over my world
In the stillness
And quiet
Reminisce gentle images
Black and white
Sepia tones
The colour of my dreams
Hers the only rainbow
That matters

Falling softly

Petals of intention
Fell softly on my ears
Floating to the floor
Covered over many years

In every gentle way
She shed truth that I'd forgot
Yet all the choice I heard
Was 'she loves me'~ yes or not?

In this land of make believe
Is where I've made my home
A hundred paper cranes
Tell me how to spot fool's gold

Lover, sister, friend
Only three chords that I play
Spiralled round a seashell heart
As tea sipped smiling fades

Love like

A tidal wave
We all want to
Be bombarded
With love
Post-service
As desert rose
Where the dirt
Lapped up
Falling droplets
Thirst a daily
Familial ritual
Now I turn and see
The high tide mark
Since last week
And beg to breathe
Bloom and grow
Among kindness
Where gentle waters
Steep near
Woolly Tea Trees
By the creek
Quietly