love

Love

Love is

            Love is swallowed like a sin

            That tastes like savage storms

            Love is a hostile condition

            That ignores touch and comfort

            Love won’t request your desire

            Or call for your company

            And love won’t beg for forgiveness

            Because love has a mouth

            That is empty

            Love will be the last to leave

            Lingering in dark corners

            Love is never complete

            And love won’t complete you

            Love won’t let you love

            Or forgive

            Or forget

            Because love will rip life from your grasp

            Without question or reason

            Love will feed on your attention

            Desiring a waveless heart beat

            Turning it into a place full of mess

            Love is a panicked beast

            That will gorge on your soul

            Immobilising

            The questioning in your mind

Love is

Love 

What I Want

Deep green valleys

Whisper damp secrets

To jump from shade to shadow

Freedom is my passenger

Pushing me towards sunsets

That clutch onto the hand of darkness

Freedom wants to go to places

I have never been

Where speckled stones

Pave out paths

And the warmth of the sun

Will wander with our courage

Freedom has woven me a scarf

Blowing rainbow threads

That drape around my throat

Colours get caught in my gaps

Where sunlight breaks

Freedom waits with me

Freedom waits

Dimly sensed thought

We sit beneath the woody sky

Watching the light slowly fade

The flowing golden thread

Drifts towards the night

And my brother stands

Sharing whispers of

Moving mountains

That he can’t shift

Dusty flames dance

Before us

And we spin blue bottles

Sending shards of darkness

Into the winters breath

And flickers of light into our

Shivering hearts

We wait for the cracks to open

And the first cleansing

To wash

Away the lingering dream

Reflections of your spring

I see jasmine blossom

In the nape of your neck

Its buds bursting open

Like you have woken spring

It creeps choking your spine

Tangling round your waist

And gropes your shoulder

I taste your luscious nectar

Drowning me with sweetness

I am drunk on you

I smell your scent

In each breath you exhale

I fold into your slow rhythm

I want to inhale all of you

So I too become spring

Reflections

His unwashed hair

Clutch to the pages

My blindness

Sees his scarred vision

He is no longer alone

I lock into his falling look

Desiring his selfish blue eyes

I don’t know who I would be

Without knowing him

Favouritism now exists

And he is my exception

The sideways glance

And the silence in between

Feeling like a shadow

Or something lost

He slowly fades

He is my reflection

play me

you smash my heart 
       with a steel hammer
and all that remains is an olive green cloth

fallen world

Over crowded

Crowd over

She looks down

Moving

                         Like shoes hung                   

From an overhead wire

                 Doing pirouettes through

         The clouds and distant sky

                    Shadows play tug of war

    With her silver steps

                Like a possessive wall

That’s cemented in thin air

    She floats along the path

                          Of hidden glory

                                                                                 The measurable beat

                                   Drowns the thumping heart

The step won’t change

Monday 7.11

Thunder cut through 

The silent 3.33am

Rain fell breaking the dry

Dream splits and we fall

Into the tissue papered water

Ghosts settle between us

Wearing masks

And red dresses

Wearing red lips

Men who are women

Who long to be men

No familiar faces

Except yours

Stillness between us

Courthouse champagne

And a forgetful woman

Shadows caught between us

You don’t cast darkness

But images are wept

As rain brings the dawn

And broken umbrellas

Hang in the cupboard