Your hand outstretched against my breast as we brake too fast: My fist clenches just the way you hate it- As I stare at the approaching distance. ‘Don’t do that’ you ask, so my grasp loosens. I shift gaze and lean into you as best I can, To tell you about gluons mediating forces between […]
I’m a Tanita Tikarim song Her dulcet sadness Haunting me And in my head I sing along “I think of you”: And as I breath – I think of you, And if I walk – I think of you, I’ll fake a smile – and think of you, Or fall asleep – still dream of […]
A time when so much lay ahead And you lay in my bed When we were young And not yet old Battle Scars Life None of it set in just yet Just a thank christ we had met.
What if we say goodbye For the last time today? What if you stay Over there to decay? While I am here Dining without you ? What if I chase you And you stay, this day And we don’t sleep And I keep you With me? What if Miss Otis Lunches on And we dont […]
If you animated grief I reckon it would be one of those dogs on the beach in Thailand. The kind that hobble along a few meters behind you, and sleep at the window while you relax in your air conditioned, German owned, ‘nouveau riche’ Thai operated concrete Villa. He would be the one you made eye […]
I’ve a steep inclination to tell you That I anticipate your presence And that I savour your clarity And admire your savoir faire And that I love you everywhere.
When you cannot find yourself Go chase the shadows And know that you must be there Somewhere: Between each transient shape And the blistering sun.
There it was:
The salt spray
Wind sweeping
Moon shining
Love making
Moodiness
Suffocating
Us with giddy
Anticipation
In your hand
And my mind
A heaving ebb
And tidal flow.
You are a Darwin sunset
You draw me in with
The sound of your chatter
The smell of your sea
Your cheap wine caresses
And plastic plates
Grate against me
And yet –
That orb on the horizon
Red red orange
Gracefully, quietly
Slipping underneath
The oceans doona
Takes my breath away
And makes me stay.
This is torture that it is
This doubtful state –
Bliss-less, listless –
Breeding ground
Enzymatic hate
Entropic heat
Irrevocably clean
Slate but dirty laundry
And full and empty glasses
And lost and found
And too soon,
And too late
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