Beloved

You are the scent in the spring flowers, the sweetest honey in the hive, the wicked breeze that blows my skirt up high, the last notes of a beautiful melody, the giggles in my spliff, the glorious bubbles in my soap, the salt in my food and the life in my body.

Moon

Hide your beauty
From me, gentle light
Behind the clouds
You are safe.
Away from my
Anxious passion
Your face is a
Mirror of all
That is pure
All that I want
And yet, you sway
Peacefully far beyond
My hopeless reach.

Three

I dreamed
Of two roses and a thorn
Of love and confused lust
Like three rivers meeting
Some wayward star
Encircled by light
Stolen from others
Some loves were meant to be
Twisted and broken

I want to be

A silent golden storm
A thrifty meek rain
A lone wise cedar
Sand that seeps
Like silver lightning
Through careless fingers
Compliant warm butter
Knifed onto bristle
Toast, burnt in time
A restful, swinging
Hammock tethered between
Two armoured hearts
A ghost whisperer.