still I love you.

I know at times I take on your faults. I believe. I change. I see you don’t.

I sip your poison. It doesn’t kill me, not yet.

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Dream

We’re an infinity of caramel limbs and cream cotton sheets.

Curtains curtailing hail and sleet

the world knocking at the window of our whispered softness.

The fan heaters on, you said you were cold naked.

Perhaps we’ll have pancakes for brunch,

Times moved on since you last entered my arms.

When you return I’ll make you chai tea, the one

your hands taught mine.

LVE

It’s been  while since we’ve spoke, 

I wonder…  because if stigmatised truth or dearth of substance. 

I feel it’s the subject, it turned an obscure ombre.

A minds regard of the quiet clandestine workings of a wandering eye. 

And a relative conscious. 

I read love poems of devotions and pure affection. They too like the gloss movies, a reality away from the compromises and warmth of daily love. 

In fiction it vanquishes all, but I see it beaten by jealousy, pettiness and self pity.

A sacred pantomime we all dance to, I’ve found mine but still I wonder. 

My admission, My love

The air is voilent today,
and I reflect on the too long it’s been
since I’ve written to you;
about how my fingers trace the subtle valleys of your back.
How my eyes bat away your tangling tresses
as I whisper kisses behind your ear.
Since I’ve used far too many words to deliver a message I tell you daily.

But my live performance is never as eloquent as my literary self.
My three word admission my gun, bullet, my entire arsenal.
I worry if it is enough. Perhaps…
To offer a humble love in its raw form.

But if you wished
I’d gather the words of love from all languages,
to uniquely submit to you each day
my admission,
My Love.

Once Was You

The crook of her mother’s brow
shapes her earth toned world view,
reducing glitter to dust.
Grains of sun flee her eyes,
washed away
rhythmically lapping at her cut glass cheeks.
Each breath, drawing in a fearfully rose future;
fragile desires dashed
within her insecure moods.
Her palms gasp – parched.
Feet unmoved from where she stood
when she first said hello.