icy roof shower
nakedness dodging
the neighbours’ sharp eyes
Author: simonsalento
on the roof
home from the sea
skin sun-scorched
the icy shock of the shower
in silence we watched
in silence we watched the storm of birds
stitch the tattered sky together
as the sun slid down behind the hills
stars shone through the spaces they had missed
From the cliff
From the cliff I can see another country.
Behind me I hear whispers and the rustling of long grass. Men. They have guns. A dog.
I cannot stand up. I stay crouched and edge forwards.
The moon nears the edge of the cloud. As it bursts out magnesium
I run fall roll to the cliff edge. The sea grass cuts my hands.
As I fall I see the other country.
I looked at him
I looked at him. He looked at me. I looked at him. He looked at me. He did not blink. I moved half a step closer. He looked at me. I looked at him. Another half step. I looked at him. He looked at me. One more, final, step. I looked at him. He looked at me. I bit him.
floating
floating in water
floating in air
floating in the love your hands hold
Come, stand
Come, stand on my shoulders
They are broad enough
Come, let my arms lift you
They are strong enough
And, when the wind blows,
And, when the spirit takes you,
Fly, fly free
star beat
beneath the star
beats the heart
above the beat
the star shines
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beneath the star
beneath the star
beats the heart
your absence
your absence remains on my tongue
like bruised melon
though the taste fades
the sweetness never returns
