How many strange stories
have I told the sky,
about life on an island –
and pulling my soul
back into the world?
I lived there,
the smell of ink
and cold Jasmine tea.
And the taste of an
underground goddess,
someway into our courtship.
How easily we parted,
just a matter of what
comes and goes.
And slow, slow moving.
Everything went.
back to the sky.
And a future of
gold tailed comets.

Beneath a dark blue,
and dimming sky.
A lover caught
dancing on the sea.
Trembling with
love awakened.
Each touch a slow
and regal grace.
All of my fantasies
come true, as I
rush to your lips –
out of control.

I remember
the sorrowful birch,
and the tears
of the camphor trees.
The wind, water
and time gone by.
So much energy
under the sky.
And as the mountain
birds fluttered,
burning hot summer.
Your body,
dressed in blue
and fastened to my soul.
Gives once again,
such deep longings –
stained with your love.

A thread of love is sent up,
a chance once again.
Tied not to the
swooping magpies.
Or the bang that
changed the world.
But tied to you and me.
Lifting the sun,
the sunflowers and
the plum rain nights.

The sun stands
as if you are here.
A red light shines
from your decorated lips.
And I flirt with you once again,
playing with your hair –
like all our yesterdays.
Soft hands grasping,
your body calls to me.
Ocean-blue,
and beautiful.

After the weeping
comes the laughter.
As we limp barefoot,
through shards of glass.
A thin array of dulled bones,
and a few souls trying to
extricate love from lust –
the only hue to hold.
The glamour has faded,
and I ask you –
what is this place?
I am a poet,
let me write.

• 

She is standing there
swallowed in my shadow.
Lightly on her feet,
a tiny earth that covers her.
What my lips have kissed,
I taste once again.
I asked her is this heaven or hell?
“Only the magpies in their high,
lonely circles can tell”, she replies
My heart stirs again in a quiet pain,
and I weep like a child for the past.
 

Another bus
journey to work.
Nothing ends…..
The morning sky
so blue…..
Shimmering with
morning bird song.
The kiss is mine,
I breathe in….
our lips part.
And I see you.

Murmuring midnight
I am unable to sleep.
A pleasant memory of you,
so softly purrs along.
Wind singing through
the open window.
The moon lights it,
red lips and that first kiss –
on the path of desire.
So visit me, I say –
in the dark.
Sighing, I submit.