Old movies
Leonard Cohen
Lemon cake
Dog walking
Jazz babes
Snow stalking
Thriller show
Bird watching
Homemade gifts
Salty skin
Story trips
Staying in
Book stacking
Kayaking
Cream topping
Jaw dropping
Show stopping
Love
When we're sitting
Doing nothing
Sweet nothingness
Grieves me today
Bound up in a pitcher
Of happiness
A contagion
Evoked by image
She gave
Meditating
As if sleeping
A surreal dream
Her absence filled
By the allure
Of elixir
Imagining
The time I had
With you
Sundown pink haze
Jelly knees knowing
Bouquet in a vase
Down what I'm doing
Bounds on how it plays
Songs to start my day
All the ways
Sights to gaze
Never dismayed
By you
Glistening
Frost between us melts
Sun rays touch
I am no blank canvas
Her voice carries
Over exhaled droplets
Float on chill air
Chiffon stiffens
Over her breast
Pertinent news
Traded for lashes
Poignant painter
Strokes her curves
With tip of brush
Dipped and licked
Tip of tongue
Flicks with gossip
Gleaned from models
Like this one
But not
All the stories
Laid out to honour
The delicate shape
Of her ear
Dripping with pearl drop
Lungs fill suddenly
Then stop
As a fine hand decorated
With a spectrum of splatter
Adjusts the neckline
Then dabs another
Skin colour
Deep and divine
Sweeping to and fro
Pulsing on ribbons
Streamers glistening baubles
Twirling with rising tide
Teasing her threads
Of sterling silver
Platinum
Softly wavering
All is quiet
Eyelids broaden
Peripheral vision
Stunning finds
Laced with regret
Submerged fields
Bottlegreen satin
Thickets thinning
With age old wisdom
Does anyone listen
When seeing nothing
Left for our children?
She paddles solo
As the echo chamber
In my head repeats deafeningly
What's down there?
Sunshine is kissing
My eyes wide open
Soft hairs of leaves
Tickling my senses
While flirting
Yellow honey breast
Darts between
Banksia bristles
My mind at ease
To know bliss
All around me
How to achieve lofty goal?
Place fair face on the mantle
Above the roaring fire
Sacrifice of hard work
Adored when tired feet
Can walk no more
Every time I stoke
Naked flames of necessity
She is next to me
In a white frame
Holding loved ones
By their names
That moment
Laying down alone
Next to you
Hemmed between two women
Whose adventures stitch
Threads of images along
Fraying edges of mine
Intelligences
Covering the great expanse
Down to the particles
Of origin and earthly existence
Power couple like moons rotating in orbit
Planet like sinking ship
They floatation devices
To cling to
As we abandon our scripts
Play ad lib on stringed instruments
With salt lapping at
Our noses
I admire their smiles
As warmth in my belly
Dissolves the awkward
Moments when she
Materialises in scene
A simple equation
A square root not threes
The answer lies with me
Count the stars of heaven 