tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38768678639061618752024-02-02T10:09:54.966+00:00Ad Astra (To The Stars)An online 'Red Book' of my share-worthy poetry.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01304850820653245569noreply@blogger.comBlogger274125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3876867863906161875.post-28726678226174612472021-10-20T20:31:00.000+01:002021-10-20T20:31:15.406+01:00Beautiful<p> </p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Beautiful shadows</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">fall at angles</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">that remind me</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">of you, leaning in close</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">under a pale, orange moon-cast glow,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">on the boughs of the trees,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">your whispers</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">were not so different</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">to the sound of their</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">leaves, growing spartan,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">in the warm Autumn breeze,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">fluttering like kisses</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">and enchanting heartbeats, against</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">ribs,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">seeming broken,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">as twigs, underfoot,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">snapping, with pressure, and</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">weight; the same way something shattered</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">across your face</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">every time I called </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">down</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">grace and prayed your name in</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">the still</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">of night;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">filled your senses: your scent</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">and sight, enraptured,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">until your iris</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">turned black,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">deeper and softer</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">than the velvet back of a</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">silent</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">moth to a flame's leaping light,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">burning with a gentle crackle, bright, in</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">crisp</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">and empty air;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">late - a bonfire, a wood burner,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">a taxi queue...</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">the hot smoke of your breath</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">in my hair. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></p>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01304850820653245569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3876867863906161875.post-82221727653618569182021-09-22T22:00:00.000+01:002021-09-22T22:00:23.576+01:00Not Beautiful <p> </p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">I, am not beautiful; not that way, not</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">to open my eyes and wake</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">to a day in yours; adored; every</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">part important</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">to the glory</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">of a sunrise, or the sinking of light in an azure sky.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">My eyes,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">are not, the thing</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">you watch </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">the flames </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">dance across,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">nor the softness of my skin,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">a cloak for you, against the autumn breeze - </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">what you see, is not the glow </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">of my soul, in those embers,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">not the burning of my being in the </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">crackle of the blackened</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">wood.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">I, am not beautiful - though my </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">heart is a rose, for you,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">given,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">ever-perfect,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">crimson bloom;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">you gaze upon it, in silence,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">crush it,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">and smell its perfume,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">and turn away;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">not exquisite enough, to stay</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">in your hands, </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">or be called your own - only</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">a rose, </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">that shrinks and depletes,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">held dangerously close to the damaging</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">heat; that shrivels</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">with the searing </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">of cold words and</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">averted eyes; </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">still,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">it struggles, in faith, to survive.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">I, am not beautiful.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Will you notice, before it dies? </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span><br /></p>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01304850820653245569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3876867863906161875.post-86653247351031784922021-09-12T15:11:00.001+01:002021-09-12T15:11:07.778+01:00The World Has Changed <p> </p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">I sit down to write it,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">because if do not, capture </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">how the sunlight streams so silently </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">through the kitchen window</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">this morning; like all other things, </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">all other moments - it will pass.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">And it may not be forgotten,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">or end; in the way some things cannot,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">but be filed,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">it will fade,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">like the frost on distant roof slates,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">and I must, </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">for as I wash the cheeseboard</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">to the scent of wet pine,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">and coffee;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">an orange glow, rises,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">over the hills and chimney pots, and the world</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">has changed:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">minutely,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">but resolutely,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">(a blackbird calls his mate)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">beautifully;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">the world has changed. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span><br /></p>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01304850820653245569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3876867863906161875.post-386609003144116082021-09-12T15:02:00.000+01:002021-09-12T15:02:10.883+01:0024.04.21 A Saturday Afternoon at Roche Abbey; Spring.<p> </p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">No great wonder, that a heart is buried here</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">for to steal a thousand,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">would tax you none</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">rising arches of shimmering white, reach long</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">into whisping blue</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">still-silence is broken, not by you, and</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">the rushing, babbling waters of your veins;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">but by those who yet remain, behind you,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">in the aisles of time.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Bushels of corn, your transepts' lines,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">prematurely terminate before the skies you once </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">stretched </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">to touch.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">It is all to do now to dream and look at </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Heaven's umbrella,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">once upon a vaulted cellar and </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">a clerestory you tell</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">so well in ribs and bosses,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">once upon more beautiful voices,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">that filled your bare bones with song.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Long, </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">now</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">since the points were set </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">in stones;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">since chapters were heard</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">and read, and the breaking of</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">bread graced your altars with devotional crumbs;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">kissed today, by only the sun and steps </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">of a shiny-backed</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">black beetle </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">who is surely, running late...</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">You wait, as the afternoon's heat abates,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">still shelter to offer and solace</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">to take, for those who will stay beneath</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">your arcades;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">more pieces of hearts are buried;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">shadows lengthen,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">and time fades away. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span><br /></p>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01304850820653245569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3876867863906161875.post-4889686472973181322021-09-12T14:46:00.000+01:002021-09-12T14:46:01.764+01:00Laude<p> </p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Oh, a pilgrim and a traveller, I</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">who's spirit leaps to, at last, lay eyes,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">arms spread wide, under blessed skies of summer;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">soul of great faith and the heart</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">of a lover - whirling dance</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">of barefoot passion,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">lost in time's decaying cushion,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">of lichen and winding </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">wildflowers.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Where once was power, now</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">is nought,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">but lessons learned and history taught</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">the Early English way;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">the kind that all eats up a day in coffee,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">and ice cream,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">and toes in the grass,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">and the quiet scratching</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">of a pen, on a page:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">votive offerings to the hanging heat haze and </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">scent of sun on stone; and skin.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Oh, this sinner's gaze drinks </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">you in - and asks for no forgiveness;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">for I will be guilty again of largess, where so I love,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">with the flighted ease of a belfry dove</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">as I give,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">in equal measure, I take;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">the caress of my eye and pious grace </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">in tracing curves</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">and lines.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Stay with me, at the altar; be mine, as sunlight </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">dies away,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">for you can have no concept, Saint,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">among the lengthening shafts of gold,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">how softly you encase,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">and silently consume me, whole. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span><br /></p>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01304850820653245569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3876867863906161875.post-30767989851494099372021-09-12T14:21:00.005+01:002021-09-12T14:21:26.792+01:00Homeland<p> </p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">What countries ask of kings,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">is rarely all the same,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">re-population never to yours, the aim, of</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">any of those wild foreign games. In fact,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">she wasn't sure </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">she was unselfish enough</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">to plant seeds and tend, in any fresh plough.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Well now,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">you supposed at her desires,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">without any consultation as to what really</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">lit fires, and beacons, on her cliffs</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">and throne </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">what it was that trully made you feel </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">like home. Really she asked only, <br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">that you stayed;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">through her mists and temperate storms</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">that passed</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">just as eagerly as you wiggled your toes </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">in her fresh spring grasses,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">and moth-kissed her skin</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">on a summer's night.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"> <br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">You see, other countries </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">might have demanded </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">sight</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">of their future selves,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">and a tiny crown,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">in your eyes; but she;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">was an island - </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">an endless vacation,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">yours to own, a tiny nation (of two),</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">for only the price </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">of a heart,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">and the holding of an equal hand; </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">given over;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">as a passport, a devoted citizen</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">of she,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">your chosen homeland. </span><br /></p>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01304850820653245569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3876867863906161875.post-10928413271130247142020-07-27T12:06:00.001+01:002020-07-27T12:06:21.722+01:00How It Ends<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">If I have always loved airports,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">for their meetings and their pains, for their</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">bitter-sweet passings </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">of human tenderness;</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">now I loved them, like the first butterflies</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">of Spring; </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">life </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">grew up,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">all around me; smiles spread like </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">waves over sand,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">hands reached, and skin touched skin like it hurt;</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">some cried,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">some gasped,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">all ran about spaces between them.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">held your longed-for face in my palms,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">and kissed you, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">like the stars were falling,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">like war was beginning,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">like the world</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">was ending...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">And it was spinning, spinning; the </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">arrivals hall,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">my feet on no solid ground,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">summer dress, pressed, tight against your chest,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">coconut scent </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">beneath neon strip-lights;</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">and the world saw,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">and shyly turned their smiling heads </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">in bashful voyeurism </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">...and for once, you didn't,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">and we didn't care.</span><br />
Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01304850820653245569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3876867863906161875.post-34507534647620731012020-07-25T22:19:00.001+01:002020-07-25T22:19:32.226+01:00Safe<span style="font-family: arial;">
<br />I told you I thought sometimes,
<br />perhaps you said words,
<br />that only kept you safe? Ones you knew
<br />I'd put away,
<br />and cherish,
<br />somewhere by my heart? Not the other-truth
<br />I'd pick apart and offer to the
<br />sky-gods, in your name?
<br />Words that kept me believing,
<br />the same, stone reasons,
<br />of precious,
<br />and grace?
<br />I came to know your abashed
<br />face: the one splashed across
<br />with crimson innocence;
<br />a cyclical dance - the one <br />
that began
<br />the whole thing;
<br /> <br />let me put dead swallows
<br />back
<br />in their nests, and ghostly,
<br />they will sing
<br />of how they fell;
<br />us as well; or you, or I,
<br />sometime
tellers <br />and believers of knights'
<br />tales;
<br />an unskilled spy
<br />and the happiest girl in the world.
<br />I only had to meet your
<br />eyes,
<br />and it was all an adventure,
<br />all cherry pies and aeroplanes,
<br />twinkling lights
<br />and flayed-open veins;
<br />raw, and honest;
<br />and how could
<br />I ever doubt it?
<br />from the soul; what was?
<br />what is,
<br />without it?</span><br /> <br /><br />Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01304850820653245569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3876867863906161875.post-61223616511578782672020-07-25T16:43:00.001+01:002020-07-25T16:43:49.268+01:00Europa<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">You can take a piece<br /> of my heart out<br /> and bury it, in the African market <br /> beneath the Eiffel Tower,<br /> that had me, <span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> at twelve years old,<br /> tell the bells of Sacre Coeur <br /> they toll for my stories <br /> of summers<br /> among wilderness ruins and stones and<br /> silence me, <br /> make me alone, with the sounds <br /> of sea sloshing against<br /> harbour walls, <br /> minute fish in swathing shoals,<br /> and the hiss of tanks carrying the calls <br /> of strange birds <br /> in olive trees,<br /> the scent of dew-kissed hills, <br /> wet sand,<br /> whirring pedals on a midnight's breeze,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> ...my love,<br /> and the moon<br /> on a stick...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> make me weak <br /> at my knees and<br /> ecstasy-sick with paella, gelato, and crepes,<br /> soft glasses of sun-blessed <br /> grapes under<br /> barrel-vaulted & woven-vine bars, <br /> foot-prints through my soul made under<br /> endless, diamond stars, that weep <br /> from a depth <br /> of blue-black, <br /> rushing kilometres of click-clack, the screech<br /> of wheels-down on hot tarmac and <br /> the hugs of 'coming home' -<br /> not ground and borders, <br /> but eyes and arms,<br /> - mine, mine...whole, calm...<br /> Go ahead. Take a piece of my heart,<br /> bury it, when the snow falls<br /> and the Glühwein flows,<br /> ...with eirini on my shoulders, it alone, <br /> chooses the hand it holds...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> and I need no permission <br /> to love.</span><br />
Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01304850820653245569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3876867863906161875.post-4494428583336014542020-07-25T15:48:00.002+01:002020-07-25T15:48:24.787+01:00Cloud-Gazing<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Lie down. Lie still. We will cloud-gaze;</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">so bright is the buttermilk moon - </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">she lights up hearts and vague dragonflies </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">and feeds you glitter </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">from a silver</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">spoon of memory;</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">rocks washed smooth</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">by a wave that calls your soul;</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">come back</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">come back, to castles,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">and empty, sand-filled</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">holes of swirling, foaming sea,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">reflecting light of stars...</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">from galaxies away, they know</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">and imprint </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">your heart on me,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">and mine on you - we two,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">from shadows hew, </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">at midnight, on the beach,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">cloud-gazing;</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">caressed, by a yellow</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">half-moon.</span></span><br />
Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01304850820653245569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3876867863906161875.post-75554863423312339152019-11-24T18:30:00.000+00:002019-11-24T18:30:36.522+00:00The Other Hand<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Maybe these kisses would land, better, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">on the other hand, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">while you show me the scars where rocks and </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">landscapes, have scraped </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">the depths of you? Have been the agony </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and life-giving </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">breath </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">of you… Softer than silk and roughly </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">hewn; my under-honoured soldier, and his </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">every day wounds, of growing, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and living, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">recounted –</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">all these marks, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">his adventure’s bounty, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and beauty, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">beyond measure and doubt – let me cover </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">each one, with my hungry mouth, and hot gasps, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">on skin; </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I will exhale fire </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and have it sink in, until your soul burns with passion and </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">grace, each map of past, I want </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">to trace, with my tender, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">smoothing thumb, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">ahead of sweet lips and caressing tongue; drawing circles </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">on my favourite part </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">of you; </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">the story of your march, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">to me, this moment; my fortress of light; </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">where a quiet warrior </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">may spend his nights, in arms and </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">all ecstasies – deeper and deeper, wider than </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">seas – show his cards and throw defences aside. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For here, the King of Hearts, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">need not always </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">be a knight. </span><br />
Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01304850820653245569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3876867863906161875.post-80949062435859284902019-10-20T22:58:00.000+01:002019-11-24T19:04:59.483+00:00Sunday Morning<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Pressed against me, in my kitchen</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">on a Sunday morning;</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">there is only coffee, and time; no doubt.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Fall on me, come breathe your soul</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">out; ecstasy out loud,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">risen up</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">and laid down</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">without the soft-veiled fight,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">cried out</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">in a river</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">of viscose light</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">from all our universal stars;</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">show me,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">one by one,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">your newest scars - </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">tender,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">that I have not </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">seen;</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">let me kiss them, accept them,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">like they have always been, for you</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">cannot</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">ever </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">be changed:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">your insides</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">bear</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">my name,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">written through and side to side;</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">your crimson,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">my blue skies,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">we are bound by the glorious purple;</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">a beautiful love</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">welcome passion-burden, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">raw </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">truth - </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">cut me open,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">my insides read: one word,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">only: you.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> </span>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01304850820653245569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3876867863906161875.post-24885456036875165212019-10-20T22:40:00.002+01:002019-10-20T22:40:38.875+01:00Where Is Summer? <br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I looked up at the sun today,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and asked him his mind.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He met my eyes.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And sighed.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then drew the clouds</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">to hide behind, and went back</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">to his solitude;</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">unmoved,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">he turned his face away, night's cool replacing</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">heat of a day,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">he just could not face.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I chased</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and challenged him, why he did not shine?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That it cannot be winter</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">all the time;</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">there must be warmth and <i>life; </i>his soft caress,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">his touch on my skin through a summer dress, his whispered,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">golden breath</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">falling tender</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">on the back of my neck, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">twisted sheets, beaded sweat, and his</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">burning</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">of my soul...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He crumpled then and rolled</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">the clouds</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">in</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">thicker, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">blacker,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">quicker and quicker; freezing raindrops, began to fall.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I looked up</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">at the sun, a moment,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">appalled - and I understood;</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">took down my umbrella</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and pushed off my hood; to be willingly cried sodden,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and kissed,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">in the ensuing flood; arms open,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">without a single</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">shiver.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It was not that he would not try.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He would again glint, off the waters of that river,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">created and gushing by.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The sun yearned,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">for it to be summer,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">just, as much as I. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01304850820653245569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3876867863906161875.post-78677499795321598602019-10-20T21:23:00.003+01:002019-10-20T21:23:39.882+01:00My Favourite Part<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If I tell you that this </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">is my favourite part, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">know it is because there, I feel your </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">heart-beat, and your soul </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">speak to me, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">feel you tighten on the edge </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">of an ecstasy calling; </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">a dawn, and a sunset, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">a sky falling, and the stars bereft now </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">of a moment </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">that was written in them, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">as it soars to new galaxies, twists </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and bends, in trails </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">of comets, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">burning through blackness, on its own </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">trajectory of dizzying, colourful happiness – this </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">is the place, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">you let me in –the torsion of muscle, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">the softness of skin, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">on skin, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and I feel your lips curve, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">without ever needing to hear a word or a sigh, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">out loud, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">here we are lost, beyond the </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">clouds of Heaven, where tender passion calls; </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">roars, and begs the rush </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">of a waterfall of light; a glistening ribbon </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">that curls and binds </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">you inside me, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and I </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">in you…hot mouth, caressing too </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">deep </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">to miss, as I bury my face, in my favourite part </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">of you , to kiss. </span>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01304850820653245569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3876867863906161875.post-86313866307009505712019-10-20T21:21:00.002+01:002019-10-20T21:21:26.447+01:00Details<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The devil </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">is in the details though, you see, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">the dove-tails, and the ways </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">you are </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">with me, locked together, like strange-cut keys, and turning, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">as a puzzle - </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">a monkey tree; </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">tangled, entwined, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and holding vines – I am yours and you </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">are…mine and borrowed, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">this, I know, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">details…details etched in sand </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">beneath my toes, hidden with care </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and warmed by sun, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">washed by rain, those details come </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">again to haunt us, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">time against time: ‘what’ </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and ‘when’, and I push them aside: three from ten blackbirds </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">baked in a pie - </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">they sing the truth of our star-bitten sky, </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and it matters not, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">the ‘if’ or ‘why’, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">so long as I smile </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and I look </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">in your eyes.</span><br />
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Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01304850820653245569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3876867863906161875.post-81186524744436201572019-01-28T00:01:00.000+00:002019-01-28T00:01:07.016+00:00The Passion<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Here's a long story,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">a glorious rapture descending - </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">vines creeping, into veins and blood,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">foliate bosses and hood-moulds </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">crenellating,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">the doors to Narnia's portal. They left my finger</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">hopelessly trailing,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">over,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">time</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">immortal. The long shadow of a broken sceptre,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">ground beneath:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">the bone collector, shaft of dust,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">through long windows thrown</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">lighting wildflowers impossibly grown from the</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">ruins of matins,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">prime and nones, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">a mystery extant speaks of all</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">that is gone in the wind,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">the rain:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">in the unholy fires,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">the crashing down of celestories and </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">spires, and I wandered amongst them; their gritty texture,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">whispering of lauds,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">compline and vespers, a scratch in</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">the buttress, striking the time: eyes to heaven and glitter</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">falls down my spine, still, and the doves that call,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">from the remnant of a crossing,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">emboss my heart and spread wings in my chest - </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">where once the vestments </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">were plain,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I see a myriad of colours overlain:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">as a pale hand in a silken glove.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">And it was here, I recall, my head began to spin with it.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">It was here</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I fell </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">in love. </span><br />
Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01304850820653245569noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3876867863906161875.post-13859129125524021672019-01-27T23:52:00.001+00:002019-05-11T16:54:36.466+01:00Inspiration<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: #e69138;">(Poetry challenge by The Leeds Savage Club - includes or inspired by music or lyrics)</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Moments of melting, fingers in dirt,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">sky-rolls, and breaths, and meeting</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">of the first days of summer, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">in wet-heat and </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">joy: every little thing</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">is gonna be</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">alright.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">You-thirst, and light bursts,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">behind</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">silent nights. Stars and sun-kisses and </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">gentle moonlight sands,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">with fire</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">on the rocks: I'm gonna be </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">where the lights</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">are shining on me. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Hoof-prints in the wind, and</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">smeared in dust,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">laughter and tomorrow's</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">day-old rust of decision,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">and trusting knowledge</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">of past;</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">lean on me,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">when you</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">are not strong.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Hold on,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">and coffee</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">on a Saturday morning, cliff-tops</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">and slow afternoons of dawning </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">truth that shapes clouds</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">and holds hands at canter;</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">just be mine,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">be mine.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Rum and ice-rocks, and the </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">edges of never, the drumbeats of </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">hearts</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">on the verge of </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">forever-remember as </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">night calls them home, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">without thinking:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I walk the line. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I follow its thread</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">to wherever the bread</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">crumbs and candy </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">shall snake and lead; an inky-pink seahorse,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Pegasus,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">a unicorn,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">and me. All follow the rainbow;</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">for there ain't</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">no sunshine</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">when she's gone,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">and I guess </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">you'd say</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">we were mind-dancing all along. </span><br />
Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01304850820653245569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3876867863906161875.post-24981094603234421992019-01-27T23:39:00.001+00:002019-05-11T16:53:44.953+01:00Full Circle <br />
"All in time," said a whispering wind, as it<br />
passed me by on a length of<br />
gold string, floating, beyond a morning's slow rise...<br />
"...all at the twist and the turn<br />
of a tide, where the demons will fear to go."<br />
<br />
Hot sunlight through glass<br />
cast an exquisite glow, on the cobwebs<br />
where they tangled,<br />
as flies, and they could not follow,<br />
and all at once, I saw tomorrow in the mirror<br />
of eyes, and sweet tinges of rust,<br />
<br />
and all the stars gathered<br />
amongst white, swirling dust, to etch with a finger,<br />
silver doves,<br />
and the touch of a hand<br />
was surely enough, to send me crashing<br />
to my childhood's knees;<br />
<br />
I was covered in ivy-shade<br />
and honeybees, as I wiped away a world<br />
I had known: I surrender all the days of a life untold,<br />
to most, but the cherished, unknown,<br />
<br />
and standing in the safest of circles,<br />
I confess,<br />
right or wrong, I am home.<br />
Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01304850820653245569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3876867863906161875.post-11107722816340804612019-01-27T23:25:00.000+00:002019-05-11T16:51:40.474+01:00The Story<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Here is, I suppose, a very long story,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">though the chapters last </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">mostly nights,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">and mornings, and if you read the pages </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">all crumpled together,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">many years go by, a fable of forever...I was never</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">without you, my soul never separate,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">my spirit never</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">less</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">temperate than it is </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">in this tale, and your arms;</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">a soul-doctor takes oath</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">to do no harm and I see none, where the world</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">would see much - nothing wrong with this </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">moonlight-touch and the magic that follows us</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">still,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">stolen, silent; not a will, but a must and a need </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">indulged,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">red letters all divulged on a scrap quickly thrown</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">in the flames...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">come...I'll make you, forget your name, again, with </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">this breath on your skin...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">here is a long story, that you and I,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">over and over,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">begin.</span><br />
Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01304850820653245569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3876867863906161875.post-28014072192080124202019-01-27T23:08:00.001+00:002019-05-11T16:47:29.223+01:00Strange Tale<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">You could call it a strange tale,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">wherever you came from, for it seemed I turned</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">around one day to</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">the sound of a distant song that you were singing</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">on a tree branch</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">somewhere high, and all at once</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I could see nothing</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">but</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">the colour</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">of the sky when my eyes first found you,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">and the deeper soul of yours; hear nothing but my beauty</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">where once were only flaws and cracks so many, time fell still and lost,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">so great had been my sacrifice,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">the giving and the cost of what had gone before,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">the things I'd let them take,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">so deep had been my Excalibur at the bottom of a</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">haunted lake, that I was certain,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">such strength would never return,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">but fingers interlaced with yours, to smoulder and</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">to burn became my natural state:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">my morning and my night,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">your tiger to my lioness, flames licked beneath</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">moonlight reflecting</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">on the sea,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">all full where once was void, to leap at stars</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">and then be free in waves and foam,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">in ecstasy and joy.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">And then to scratch, upon the rocks</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">and bleed, you made me show you,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">my every wound</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">and mark,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">and told me amidst my shame, they were</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">amour pieces of courage</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">that</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">not ever had been scars:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">and you stopped my heart and pointed, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">how dark the sky had grown above,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">and reached into the lake with</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">a fist of iron love - you drew out Excalibur,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">and handed him to me;</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">'I never saw</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">a knight more worthy,'</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">you whispered</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">on the breeze.</span><br />
Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01304850820653245569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3876867863906161875.post-48738207222688794012019-01-26T23:47:00.001+00:002019-05-11T16:46:34.684+01:00Burning<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">A flame inside her,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">and a light, like mine, with her arms around his</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">neck, and her world </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">in his eyes that see nothing, but the way that</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">she winds,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">hips, like a serpent, as she twists </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">and grinds to</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">a beat, that only they feel, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">deeper than one,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">that rises</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">through the steel, of the table legs</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">beneath my soft glow,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">something that pulls them as they ebb</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">and flow, again, the way I've watched them do,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">in their moment together,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">just you, you...lost in music, not around </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">but within, an all-consuming,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">intoxicating thing, that fills</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">this whole place, with their heat,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">vibrations like thunder and the strike of her feet,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">dancing,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">as I do, in a door-draft,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">foreheads together </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">they smile and laugh like they don't</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">have a care or a bother,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">nothing beyond </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">the euphoria of one another,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">nothing past</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">secret touches of skin, fitting </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">together, as a queen</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">and a king who seems</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">the sun,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">and her moon,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">nothing else...just you, you...and they shine,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">like a million stars,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">a succubus fairy and the pirate,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">of her heart,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">rocking to crescendo </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">on their waves, in the dark,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">they light up the night and oblivious, the bar...melting, burning</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">like we do;</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">a candle in a jar. </span><br />
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<h4>
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><i>(An ode to a medievalist's struggle with sharing a passion for monastic and ecclesiastic architecture! Credit to the Cistercian ruins of Kirkstall Abbey, Leeds, West Yorkshire, for being an inspiration for yet another piece: your beauty has a lot to answer for.) </i> </span> </h4>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">I’d tell you she’s
older, than countries,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">if I thought, for a
moment, you cared to share my raptures;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">of how she keeps me
there <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">with no more <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">than the heat in her ancient
bones, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">how she breathes life
into me, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">with only her
sun-soaked stones of yellow,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">and reddening hue, I
would want to tell<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">you, and only you, how
her crockets <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">sit against the sky, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">in an azure, sunset,
as I taste <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">the wine, an elixir, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">that creeps, deep into my
heart, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">filled with something
burning, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">in this place of quiet
calm; <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">where the grass, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">grows,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">between your toes and
time has always stood still – I would tell you <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">how it looks, for all
the world, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">just like the window
sills, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">are in reach from the
buttress tops, and how I know, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">from countless leaps, they
are not – not least to me,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">to climb inside, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">after hours, on a
summer’s night -<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">or sit, atop her
walls, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">and capture all of the
details too<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">small and too far
away, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">envious of the birds
that<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">roost and play, up
there, on her broken tower,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">I would tell you, hour
on hour, bottle on bottle,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">on a blanket, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">laid where history
walked, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">how she could expel my
tumultuous thoughts, time<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">and again, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">with vaulting that
runs like arteries and veins along the <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">aisles of her roofless
nave, topped <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">by a Romanesque crown,
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">her dog-tooth arches, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">staring serenely down
at heavy columns, and tiled floors, turned to dust, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">I would tell you of my
aching<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">lust, for the way the
light caresses her at dusk, and the stars,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">seep through, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">the last of the milky
light; <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">the way it lands,
tender <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">and slight, on the
jagged edges <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">of her ruined splendour<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">in approaching night…if
I thought, for a minute,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">you would listen; I would
glow, and show you <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">how her windows, still
glisten,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">for me, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">in the eye of my mind;
her walls still painted,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">and colour-rich,
through even the tiniest find that reminds<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">of what once was, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">and beguiles, with what
is still there…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">oh, for you…I could talk <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">a painting with words,
on her,</span><br />
if only I thought you
would care.<br />
<br />
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"> </span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Whoever put the stars
up, was surely thinking,</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">of this, </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">of nights in endless purgatory,</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">of moments forever
missed, surely of times, </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">with a need </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">to look </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">in eyes, across a vast
and impossible space; </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"></span><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">of longing to simply
hold a hand</span>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">with all this gentle grace,
passed on, </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">in cherished touch
that lets the bad things out…</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">the aching and the
fear,</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">whoever put the stars
up, let them be in no doubt both</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">far and near, they</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">are there </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">to share</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">when no word nor image
is enough,</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">bodies of celestial
treasure,</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">bound and tied with
love, and bounced, from</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">heart to heart, </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">gaze to wanting gaze, </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">the only thing that</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">carries the gifts,
that have no</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">other way </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">of getting there or
here…from me</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">to you,</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">look up, look up and
know,</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">how I wish on them
too. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"> </span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Come, place a mirror, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">up by my heart, you’ll
see secrets it carries<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">inside. Therein, all
reflections of you, are<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">held, rocked, abide.
What colours you<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">are today, tomorrow; <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">a chameleon-light
responds,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">connected to my sinew and
bones, pulling painfully, with<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">lengthy bonds, </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">and
strong, </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">that sit, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">in turn, </span>attached, from soul to aching
soul,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">glittering places,
bathed, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">in something </span>ever-gold and set
apart,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">by things it thought
it knew,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">come…place a mirror, </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">all there is to see <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">is you, </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">turning <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">in a chamber <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">that dances, when you
shine,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">throbs and beats with
truth, when honour,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">pours </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">all down the
lines of every thing <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">that is, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">and explodes with cherished
joy,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">that sits in dark and
silent pain, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">in moments that the
sky <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">between, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">seems clogged with
something <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">thick, and freezing
cold, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">a wall of icy<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">bricks I question, and
you pretend you did not toil </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">in earnest <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">to place them there - I
take them down, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">one by one, </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">again, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">so you can see the
mirror, reflecting your own face and heart<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">and soul, and being,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">and I hold it up to
you. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Mirror of my soul;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">what cracks yours,
breaks mine too. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"> </span></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">This silent space at
the edge of life,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">somewhere between, the
sleep & twilight, when all<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">of existence is
questioned and slight,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">that is where the
exquisite dwells; wrapped and bound<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">with every cell,
breathed into being by<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">the rushing in shells,
collected <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">from a distant<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">shore… Now, more <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">than ever before,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">a dream-scape in sand
and these sheets, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">entwined across the
hips of sleek, and salted,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">summer skin, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">the sound of
heartbeat, drawing <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">in, and the scent of
pleasures just spent;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">paid like pennies for
candy floss,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">sweet, and soft and tickled
across, tender<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">and sun-caressed
curves, moving just as <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">graceful as <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">the fluttering,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">early birds, so fresh,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">and glistening, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">like morning dew; <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">a long embrace denies,
the sunrise-golden hue of the horizon, <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">the halo cast aloft…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">No matter, in night <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">and devilish things,</span></div>
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we are still too lost.</div>
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