Like Honey Be

Honey, I want your love to flow,
Despite the great divide.
The difference in space and time
That separates heart from heart.

That keep different rhythms,
Roll to different beats.
But still, shake with the passions
That flow thickly in this summer heat.

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The scent of you alive on the breeze
The memory of your touch.
The rhythm of your voice
Is the music I imagine I hear
In the rustling sway of the leaves on the trees.
Light dances over the rippling water
As intoxicating as a dream,
But your smile is all I see.

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Waiting for The Elation

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Forever waiting
For the elation
You promised to bring.
The promise you made
To pay the bearer
Of this broken heart.
I didn’t want diamonds,
Never asked for money or gold
For they won’t keep me safe from the cold,
But you promised a kiss.

But you left me
Forever waiting
For the elation
You promised to bring.
Waiting for you
To pay the bearer
Of this broken heart
With a kiss.
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Originally Published 26 April 2017


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This tension isn’t tension anymore.
The moment remains a moment nothing more
Not static electricity but stasis.
The erotic drift stalled by the current,
Yet life goes on. Living out our loves
In isolation, suspended animation.
Living life each of us, you and I,
Within an impregnable dome.
A force field created to keep the pain out
That only succeeds in keeping love at bay.
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Originally Published 3 March 2018

Ghost at the Wake

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Let me wrap you in silence,
A calmness complete.
Chains made of feather,
In happiness replete.
Let me wash you in an ocean
Wave after wave
Of azure, affectionate love.

Let me make you my obsession
I’ll remain tied to the mast.
You will be my moment
No more future or past.
I’ll be sated, all sensation
Will mean nothing to me.
I’ll be blinded, only you will I see.

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Originally Published 21 February 2019


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As long as I know you are at the edge of my view.
Somewhere where the mirages meet my dreams
In the wee small hours when no one is awake to witness my tears.

Out there in the distance, lost on the far horizon
A shadow secret known only to these four walls and my teddy bear.
That you are the wave that will overcome my fears.

As long as I know, then I can cope with the visions
And the nightmares tearing my hopes apart.
For beyond the limits of the frame I know, there is an end to the lonely years.

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‘Til I’m Nothing …

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Skin to your skin,
React to your touch.
You burn me with your fire
I need you so much.
Emotional conflagration
Ashes and dust.

I am nothing
Except lingering lust.
You take and you take
Control me with a touch.
Luscious corrosion
I succumb to this religion of rust.
Consume me with passion
‘Til I’m ashes and dust.

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Over Me

On the shores of Loch Scavaig lies Elgol (Gaelic for ‘the weeping swan’), a small fishing village famous for its mountain and seascape scenery. After 15 miles of winding one-lane country road one is rewarded with magnificent views of Cuillin Range – weather permitting.
Taken April 2017.
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I don’t want to be distant.
I want to breathe the same air as you.
I want to touch what you touch and feel what you feel.
If you are in pain I want to bleed.
Because you are my passion, you are my need.
You are the poison deep in my veins.
When I am thirsting you are my rain.

For if I am an island hiding
Far away from the world.
I want you to be the ocean
That invades my shore.
I don’t want to be isolated anymore.
I want you to be the ocean,
My encircling sea.

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Chaos Thing

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The only beauty is chaos
Like a siren that sings in the darkness
To the wildness of the untamed sea.
Like the leaves in the forest falling
While the storm winds are blowing.
Like the lone wolf howling in the night time
Hoping that somebody hears.
Yes the only beauty is chaos
And what you do to me.

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The Kiss

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Oh for your smile
And the way that your eyes
Bring order to the night.
The gentle chaos of your hair like a halo
Changes the darkness;
An explosion, like ringlets of light.

The graceful arch of your back,
The shimmering skin
That it thrills me to touch.
The curves of your body wrapped
Within my encircling arms
Is a glory to hold.

But for those succulent lips
Where would I be
You’ve breathed life into my soul.
But for your kiss
I’m just shadows. Living a half-life
I wouldn’t be whole.

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