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
Today I humbly entertained an idea no cavalcade or ceremony required of me Bouquets of Floriade a capital idea but did not lend itself to such as this Flowery words showered upon it simply dampened the stunning silence. A blossoming of two minds entwined in a moment Such dangerous liaisons could spark a whole rumination Lightning flashes - all is calm Such adventures I could take you on if only such an idea Would dance with me till dawn
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
There's something wrong
My brain is numb
My back is out
The words don't come
My teeth on edge
Stuck in my head
I feel referred pain
Down my leg
Shut-down meltdown
Walk all 'bout town
Spending eating giving spree
How to live life
Just.for.me.
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
Burst into a new day - as is always
though stomach of lead
Soothing balm of acceptance
clears the head
Long nights cooling extremities
warmed by friction of two feet
Long embrace, tightly wound
whispering pillow talk aloud
Dreams of doll houses, life sized
landlord of childhood fantasies
Glimpse of morning breaking
shakes shadows to the ground
If I topped every peak
wore a floppy hat each week
Acquired mansion by the sea
planted vineyards, pressed for thee
Still, by dawn's clear revelry
no face will hold such clarity
As one who loved and let me be
when I had not a thread to weave
