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

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
Bury Me Standing Bagel House Hobart Tasmania

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
Bury Me Standing Bagel House artwork, Hobart

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
Kreamart

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