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 […]
They bottleneck In my throat It aches: I float away. They break bank – And flood me: Rapid pulse The current It takes me.
Elevating, framing this visual metaphor: Of writ misogyny; The bold audacity Of disenfranchised Over-writ, over it Not social power. But real misogyny ? That happens here: In this discourse, Where you dictate What is mournable To me.
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.
I am told I need to slow down I know it is true But then I open the milk It spills: spilt milk I chuckle, clean it up, Throw the cloth at the sink Stretch the milk tepid-frothy See I made a shit coffee Throw it and start over Yes I should slow down I […]
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.
It is: The frayed edges, The loose ties, The settled dust On unfinished …Stuff. It is the niggling, Other doubting, Ever present In the room. The unforgotten. It is the pillow That I place Over my face. It is the cotton Damp from tears, The pearls of fear, Around my neck. The sober fight. The longest […]
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.
I roused to almost wake and thought: My veins, I want to feel me in my veins To flow through my heart and breathe Oxygen through arteries into my self.
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