Often, after the last rain –
my sombre heart
howls for love.
To break the fetters,
of this sad rage.
With wings weathered
by English storms –
I push the sky away.
Outside, waiting
for me – is no other
than an island sea.

The dog barked all night,
almost a grimace smile.
All doors locked twice.
The end of the
summer season

Against a humbled
mountain, I tried
to give it water –
and break the chains.
In dreams we venture.

Unable to touch,
and sad reflections
of my past.
I called for rescue.
All things are made new.

In autumn,
among the hills
and tree shadows.
Blind, and baffled
squeaks are heard.

Yet another
spirit surprise,
or half –
remembered
dream?

I ask for answers,
but you are not there.
Not tonight…..
the silence
altogether clear.

Once, a starfruit love –
now scattered pines.
Hands getting colder,
and a space between us.
Sunrise says,
whatever happens.
The song of the
mountains, and sea –
is all that separates us.

On this small island,
a barbet flutters.
A supple warmth,
I can still depend on.
And night and death,
call more for wonder.
As though they are nothing,
next to this passion –
beyond desire.

We met on the road,
flurries of motion and smiles.
You offered to help,
and the sun peeled open.
 
In your blue elephant dress,
printed in ink dark.
I wonder of your
true home.
 
To remember us,
I have no regrets.
Just words
and hearts and destiny.

In Tainan, watching you
sip your milk tea –
I am a better man.
Each moment with you,
a flower climbs to my lips.
 
One kiss,
and the world is simpler.
Nothing is lost,
nothing forgotten.
Such a light, in the dark.

I took a trip to Tainan, Taiwan..with a friend and wrote this poem.
 
You mouth gives
me sweet talk.
And your eyes,
another secret button.
If you want me,
be daring –
and let us dance
to the edge
of the island.
And listen,
to the heartbeats
of the living.

She calls me outside,
cloak the waiting soul.
The long night begins,
a fluttering of love –
of the rarest species.
The softness of her lips,
so close….
Enough to satisfy,
a workers hunger –
once again.

A poem I wrote yesterday for the woman I love.
 
…. a moment
between breath
and breath.
the moon peeled open,
laid bare for all to see.
and as we kissed,
a scent of citrus
on my lips.
sinking deeply,
through my bones….