Mingle

Your arm is draped across my shoulder
While my arm is wrapped about your waist.
I can feel you smiling, as you look across to the sea
And you’re smiling at the ocean, that something so wonderful could be.

Your hand is clasped within mine
As we make our way barefoot across the sand
And seabirds dance above us in the utter blue of the sky,
While the sunbeams embrace the deep and ever-changing waves.

We halt motionless between sea and sky and dunes
And listen to the music, this tune composed by nature for us alone.
We stand and watch the tide encroach
Upon the beach, see it caressed by the gentle loving foam.
 
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The Contract

Sign here
In blood
Or whatever else you’ve got
Left to give.
I’m not asking much
Just your beating heart
Or whatever else is

Pressed like wildflowers
Hidden between the pages
Of your soul.
It is everything and nothing else;
Is love.

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Originally Published 11 November 2015

Lover’s Steps

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Belly laughs and lover’s steps
Upon the stairs,
Emotional devotion.
Sentences intertwined like limbs,
In the chaos of calming breath;
The aftermath.
Stillness
Conspires with the electricity
Of touch.
This aftermath
With sheets disarranged, soliloquy of destruction –
Is this the scene of crime or a passion play,
Where husks of human flesh lay spent.
 
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Breeze

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Why do you like me she said,
And I couldn’t answer.
I just knew that I wanted
Her to be at my side
For a millennium or two
While I walked down the road.
Wherever life and the breeze
Happened to take me.
 
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The Loving Words

 

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Spinning infinity,
Planets collide.
I loved you once
But that hope died.
The stars align,
The signs are red.
But the loving words
Remained unsaid.
Celestial object
In my sky.
I wanted love
But you made me cry.
 
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Salt in the Wound

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photo credit: Adi Korndörfer Sweet tear via photopin (license)

Tears rolling
Out of control,
Down to earth
Drowning us both.

If I could take back words
I would take back the hurts,
Chase away the tears.
Wipe away the fears

Say goodbye to it
And stop the crying.
Start your healing now.
Make you feel – new.
 
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Kindred Spirits

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You’re the soul I reach for in the darkness.

Kindred spirit, will you wander with me.

 
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Elevation

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photo credit: judy dean The Beach via photopin (license)

When I give myself up to higher powers
And spread my wings. Or walk out into the ocean,
Dive beneath the water sharing my soul with the sea.
Then I will know the universe
Whose currents cradle me, will keep me whole.
Drawing me up towards the light
To take another breath. This spirit
In whose embrace I suffer a thousand little deaths.
The spirit is always there with me.

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Night in Shining Armour

Day 26 of my review of the year and a poem about the moon and the lunacy of love, and getting cocky and trying to write poems in more than one language …

Made of sticks and stones

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The night in shining armour
Rediscovers my moonlit memories.
How the mighty are humbled
When uncovered by the moonbeams.
Treasure of my beating heart
A taste of your honey lips,

The forgetting that happens
When we’re together.
The wasted hours
When we’re apart

And I long for wine and song again.
Safe, with you in my arms.
Sí, mi amor. Sí, mi amor.
 
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Dream of Eve

Day 16 of my review of the last twelve months and a poem about summer nights ( with no mention of Travolta or Grease)

Made of sticks and stones

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Moonlight sparkles on the water
As I drift lazily by, within this dream.
The languor of a summer night
Encapsulates the instant
The goddess whispers my name.
Her voice so beautiful, ethereal,
It’s like the sighing of the breeze.
 

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