4a.m. thunder:

rain, like time,

 

pounds:

 

today you spoke

in tongues

 

I replied

high laughter.

 

Ebb & flow

of us

 

like the sea

you shimmer.

 

This weather

becomes you.

 

I’m flighty

rain full

 

of fantasy

 

lightning strikes

I wait for the kill

 

long lived pockets

of habit.

 

Like you,

it illuminates,

 

before hurrying

away to storm

 

another’s bastion.

 

This August

 

Fresh like autumn

too much rain

 

garden heaves

with green

 

rampant blossoms

bob their blousy heads

 

detonating petals

white & pink

 

to float away.

 

Too much green

trees are lowering

 

over me

 

sun a faint thimble

bouncing light

 

on sleeping lids.

 

I dream of distant

seas, aqua blue

 

lost beaches &

a sun that heats

 

blood & bone

to burning.

 

Here august

just begins

 

lilies pink with

pollen heads

 

& yet the morning

light, hides,

 

season’s change

 

whispers winter’s

but a breath away

 

& waiting.

Riddle

 

I inhabit other’s

lives:

 

sea vista

empty room

 

lies travelling.

 

I turn in alleyway

ever glance behind

 

to road I didn’t

take.

 

The dead call out

to me

 

ask for flesh

on their story

 

eyes that lived

& loved,

 

need more than

half heard memory.

 

I dwell in other’s

minds,

 

while my own

floats free

 

like ignoble

hover bee

 

strictly

seasonal.

 

 

Five a.m. planes shuffle

push & slide as time

 

loops from my

fingertips:

 

you sleep in

another’s bed

 

head cradled

by the night

 

splash of sun

at dawn.

 

The children

concertina

 

riding their own

projectory,

 

& the sea is in

my thoughts

 

demands I shred

these London

 

days;

 

head for the horizon

where the whales

 

sing:

 

where the big dipper

signs my name

 

silently

in starlight.

 

 

 

 

 

After

 

Rose petals

crushed

 

in summer storm

 

earth returns

to loam.

 

You think I

don’t notice

 

pieces

of your heart

 

flesh & blood

shed for me.

 

You find me

cruel,

 

courtesy a slip

to disinterest;

 

I’m buying time

all mine:

 

none left for love

to cloy & burn

 

scoop out

my entrails.

 

I’m running free

fire poker red

 

waving

in the breeze

 

twice born

I vanish.

 

Binding

What binds us,

is not

 

blood & bone & tears

 

it’s not, a golden ring

or common history

 

it isn’t pitter pat

of children’s feet:

 

what binds us is

stardust lost between

 

the mystery of sleep

the bright awakening.

 

A hand upon a cheek

 

a whispered prayer

your ankle touching me.

 

It can’t be stored

for future gain

 

or dusted down

& packed away.

 

What binds us is this

moment

 

lost between

 

the echo of the owl

night rain on shutters

 

a drowsy glance

your face in sleep:

 

& lest I settle for another,

a love less deep

 

what binds us here

as lovers

 

we cannot grasp

& keep

 

it is settled in the

chambers of my heart

 

it beats its own

sweet beat

 

that Universe

remembers.

 

 

 

Helix

 

We cannot touch

what we have left behind:

 

tears and years have fled

in drama. No regrets

 

‘’No regrets’’

 

She dips her head &

sighs!

 

A lie!

 

We cannot smell the scent

of yesterday, those summer’s

 

stretch behind like lace:

a dragonfly, a hummingbird

 

a beach of coral, so many

’You’’ & ‘’I’’ 

 

I try to listen to those years

a snatch of song, a young man’s

 

stride; a key in yielding lock

a whisper in the night.

 

We cannot see, what’s left behind

a solstice moon, a furtive fox

 

my dreams, where love comes back

to haunt me.  A photo in a frame,

 

those struggles to the death have

vanished now in peace.

 

Here time marks us with its stamp

so dearly won.

 

I cannot taste you now

a sherbet in the shade

 

a hint of salt

on waning wave

 

I cannot reach you now

but with these words

 

gently.

 

 

Revisit

 

It used to be

ecstatic:

 

a feast of flesh

served upon

 

a plate of love.

 

It used to be

sensuality’s serendipity,

 

nor does my memory

exaggerate the way

 

I found you beautiful.

 

That look that lingered

on your face,

 

the race of heartbeats,

touch of skin on skin

 

electrified my life

& left my pulses

 

whirring.

 

But now it’s more like

shaking hands:

 

although, still we slot

cracks & crevices

 

we forgot, fit cleverly

together.

 

Yes, now it’s more

what love is not

 

& where we’ve been,

between,

 

has left an imprint

we can’t blot, now love

 

has run,

 

at last the muse

has left us.

Summer tangle

 

I tangled with

the long grass

 

arms cut red:

criss cross

 

stripes of

holding life.

 

My garden is

a wild thing

 

escaping into

luxury,

 

of iris, rose  &

lemon tree.

 

I tangle in

the long grass

 

like lovers arms

it wrestles

 

a caress,  &

sunrise leaves

 

an orange glow.

I move from east

 

to west,  lavender

raises musky head

 

reborn in summer’s

splendour.

 

Fantasy

 

 

You hold me

like a book:

 

turning pages

searching image

 

hoping for a glance

I can’t reveal.

 

The clock ticks on

it’s midnight now

 

we talk on superhighway

peeling skin for bone,

 

my pages thin

& fragile

 

crushed to dust

by other loves.

 

You’re searching

for a meaning

 

the hollow of your

heart bleeds desire

 

& I fly out of print

confounded

 

by the satire

sold as love.

 

You hold me

like a book

 

I lean to catalogue

the moment.

 

Chapter heading

full stop.

 

End of line

hidden in your

 

beautiful

black eyes.