The wind is singing in the trees, the night swollen with untamed mystery. Every moment with you has a timeless quality, as though I were searing them each in real time into the storied memory of my deeper self. The…
Jun 3 2017
Oathbound - Prose
May 16 2017
Minutia of Day
During the long days
orphaned thoughts float
through currents of mind
unanchored
unwritten
unsaid.
I want to write beautiful words to you
to paint the colour of my desire;
the depth of my love.
I want to be the reason…
Apr 27 2017
Layers
If love is stripped in layers
peeled in tiny ribbons of shredded dismissal from the casing of hearts home If love flakes away in such small increments dismantled by time and neglect until it is nothing but the dusty artifact …
Apr 24 2017
Sacral Calling - Prose
The imprint of your fingers is on my skin, last night lingering like a thin meniscus held in place by the subtle tension of my longing for you. Your words tell me you want me, love me, desire me. Your…
Apr 18 2017
Silver
You fit so easily
into the minutia of my life
As though you had always been
hidden within the colourful threads
of my woven life.
This is how you come to me
sparkle of silver within<BR< an already full life.
…
Apr 16 2017
Unfurling - Prose
I wanted to tell you I love you within the first days. I didn't, holding back, afraid to rip the delicate tissue of our still merging filaments. Each night as the elixir of your voice-- sweet as harvest wine--filled me…
Dec 19 2016
Appreciation
Heart-sister,
conjoined tidal song
resonating from within
the deep waters of time
Yawning ebb,
yearning flow
between the life-shores
of our liquid connection
To me,
you shimmer
the goddess held magic
of dancing waves
Sun glitter
mesmerizing
within swirling patterns…
Dec 12 2016
Fallow
we lay fallow in each other’s arms
dreaming beneath the cocoon weight
of the people we were
within the people we were with
we lay fallow
having seasoned the harrowing
of past love
fallow within the dormant scaffolding
of resurrection
…
Mar 6 2016
perspective
for a moment I remembered
a different you
than my storied perspective
of a shared past
I remembered
and all the wounds
of youthful indifference
melted
into the fortitude of your lean body
so beautiful in the moonlight
it hurt…
Oct 12 2015
Want
She tended you like a garden in the desert
Roots searching beneath sand and time
for the long drink called love
always just beyond
cracked plains of an arid heart
You were so thirsty, ill equipped to
persevere through yearning…
Feb 28 2015
Cracking
There is silence in the cracking of things unseen
In the disintegrating threads of the memory of love
There are some words that cannot be spoken,
That cannot be given shape within the edges of consonants
Thoughts drifting like lost…
Jan 2 2015
Coffee
I open my cupboard and inhale deeply the comfortable smell of coffee.
This is the mark of you in my life
for I never developed a taste for bitter
Even you,
sleepy eyed before the wafting tendrils wander
through house…