neck curved
eyes cast down
seeking sustenance
or ideas inside
hunger ever present
Poetry?
Stars?
Stars?
What do I need with stars
when you are in my arms
and I in yours?
they lie face to face
they lie face to face
with gravity forgotten
forehead touching forehead
left foot touching right
each waiting silent
for the other to open their eyes
if the brain
if the brain is the locus of thinking
the belly the organ of loss
the heart must be focussed on loving and leaving
approaching mountains to conquer and bridges to cross
Morning walk
chaffinch
robin
wren
few-flower leek
wild garlic
goldfinch
robin
wren
injection
if you could pump my arm full of resilience
my heart hard-filled with hope
I would have no need for medicines
and perhaps again I could love
on understanding real beauty
bee-sting lips drip honey
faux fur purse drips money
me, my pockets are fully empty
but the smile in my heart will never leave me
hope spring forever
hope spring forever
Then summer stopping all our tears
autumn winter yes
hope spring green
hope spring green spring hope
warning songs heard as welcome
sunshine shapes desire
mother’s day
I try to build every day
I try not to be riled every day
I try to go wild every day
I remember you every day
