Shedding skin
Reluctantly
Knowing it will never
Fit me again
Revealing tender
Glistening within
Looking at a part of me
Not discarded
Treasured outlived
My happy place
My mind returns
When it protected me
From falls from grace
Molt
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Tender
Tending to
Small hands
Hair flicking wide
Glinting eyes
Blinking love
Up to me
Head hovering
Under door frame
Burly gentle voice
Giant young hand
Filling holes
In roles of family
Tending always
My secret garden
Inside
Giant limbs and roots
Of memories
To swing on
In the dark hours
Back and forth
Soothing
Tender to
End of work
Ache between
My bones
Echoes of words
From a whole world
Of intimate meetings
Human voice evokes
Cure for hurt
Tending all
Cut stems
New roots
Shoots and leaves
Evergreen
Expanding
Untouched by
Frost or heat
Enclosed glasshouse
Weighted by reality
Preserved by families
Tenderqueer
Sharing spectrum
Kaleidescope
Of fondness
Love me tender
Sensitive receive
Touch of air
Words breathing
Responds anything
Unflinching
Appealing
Secret smiles
Unspoken words
Tenderly recalling
Time together
Fleeting
Heart song
My heart sings out
Every morning
Trying on
Different melody
Not to drown out
In synchrony
With droning
Whirring life
All around me
Unknown songs
Respond saying
Who is it
You are calling?
Waiting for like echo
Chamber music
Of a heart
Neon sign
Blue neon sign turns pink
Behind dark eyelids
Recalling a time when
I was blind to indifference
Rose coloured lens
Filtered all beautiful
Things said
Honed in like magnifying
Glass tipping rose
In my Hawaiian dreams
Pina colada parties
On edge of Princes Wharf
A mexican tall ship party
I gravitated to casino
Where you spin me round
Playing chance with me
Tattooed lady dance
Heart on my sleeve
Blue light revealing
Everything inside
Like a neon sign
Saying pick me
Sometime heroes
Sometimes heroes
Take aim at heart
Strike an arrow
Throw a dart
Just to know
You're alive
Wearing capes
Overrated
Fantasy world
Real or imagined
Whenever I call
She comes
No need to wonder
Why or how
Riptide
Watching uncertainties
Ebb and flow
As warm cool currents
Change their mind
All year round
Receiving gifts
Too generous
For what we are
Suspended
Weightless
Insides heavy
Protest at lack of substance
Washed up grounded
Gasping crawling
Back to shoal
Do it all again
Wildflower
Centrepiece draws all attention
Table decoration licks
Falling drops of candle wax
Flicking in the breeze
Of open window
Soft whistling through teeth
Of leaf blades nestled
Together giving shelter
In tea tree and banksia
Boughs nod with agreement
Their finery would inspire
Long lasting admiration
Should their limbs
Ever capture her attention
Meanwhile a family
Of feathered miniatures
Snug handsomely
Peering from the outside
Of timber bars
Mirrored trap never fly or tap
Inside a cell
Mundane human paper sheets
Make wonderful bug feed
Nestling leaves
Full of words to please
While outside unnoticed
Every bird, bee and butterfly
Is free to dance with ease
Maybe
Maybe someone
Could love me
Just as I am
She said
Hold each other's stories
In kind open hands
Receive all of the words
With wonder and applause
Bring all their friends
To cherish and adore
In the meantime
She reasoned
That someone is me
All sorts
Allsorts of delicious
Layers of sweet ice
Tamed by salty slice
Black tooth grin
Contrasting layers
Colour and shadow
Within
Snow bow dawns over
Frost capped peak
Missing colours
From morning light
Dark cloud absorbs
Crying windows
Barely contain
Blaring music
Femme legends
Stomach wrenching
Tattooed filigree
Black and colour
Lyric collects
Drizzle
Allsorts of ways
To love another
Some to admire
Crystal cut jar
Shelved for next
Holiday when maybe
One to taste
Who has heart
To tell young girl
Inside
Allsorts for looks
But never to try
From another lover
The only thing that comes
Between us is the beautiful silence
That speaks endlessly
Like eyes of many lovers
When theirs meet mine
We know more than could ever
Be told with lips
Our hearts translate
Mysterious language
Both chiming on the hour
Wound up by sightings
Kept in sync by
Pearl stringed smiling
Singing in tune
With your chorus
Dancing backstage
Ever whispering
Between lines of time
Wondering who'll bring
Flowers on final
Velvet curtain
Holding hand high
To a full house
In wonderment
A musical with no lead
To steal your soft light
Count the stars of heaven 