shadow and light

a sunny, empty house
and a heart beating hard enough
to want to burst out of my chest

I am on the inside of
a cube of ice
time seems frozen
and I watch life go by

picking flowers from your lips
I adorn myself
borrowing the bass of your laugh
to colour my skirt's hem
and just about enough
storminess that we share
to ensure that the words
are never said
that they remain caught
in your throat
on the tips of my fingers

and as I run
against the wind
my hair writes a story
in the wind
that wafts to find itself
in the warmth of soup
on the corner of a hill
late one evening

cravings get better of me
to be lost in the indigo of
the sea that are your arms
and overflow all at once

slight glances out of the
corner of your eyes
that walk over to me
drug me, wash over me
leaving me heady
invincible

oh love
let me find my way home
my way to you
pluck starlight out of the night sky
store it in mason jars
and light up this tent
made of our night sheets
make music of your breath
and life out of the entanglements
of my hair
our fingers
and souls

shining down

have you ever felt like
sending music

to an absolute stranger?

like nobody you know
would understand
the bass of this song
that has you
silent, and wondering
in the middle of the night
in the star light

that's the thing
about music and poetry
and love
they pull you in
shifting your dimensions
until you and infinity

you're one
and endless

on loop

grappling

you took your life, as lovers often do
but I could've told you, Vincent
this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you

to love so

hearts fluttering

like laundered summer clothing

hanged on drying lines

the porch

recently a witness

to indecision

he'd rather stay in

while I want

the skyline to 

be part of 

our evening

colouring my heart

with wine and hurt

your lullabies 

fill my eyes

with an intimacy

my heart knows not

how to muster 

otherwise

it's an act of courage

to love so

to love you

when you go

everything goes
when you go
so go slow

my eyelashes
are a little heavy
from kohl
or liquor
I can't tell

everything falls apart
when you go
so go slow

is everything
supposed to be the same
or is my heartbeat
telling

of the erratic stories
you and I penned
over the moon cycles
and the waves
crashing and ebbing
on my heart

everything breaks down
when you go
so go slow

your fingers traced stories
on my back
and the crests of my waist
leaving magnum opera
and sagas
of love and a little drunkenness

now they're my story
my life
in ways I can't erase
from my blood

how easily
we draw lines
between us
between your heart
and mine
like blood on battle fields

honey, let's not
make battle fields
of our hearts
cause the rivers
of our beings
lead to the same sea

Writing of love as music

the sound and the timing
of you
your breath

overlaps with mine
in a purple haze
of dim city lights
staccato-ish
hitting and leaving me in
allegretto

the high notes
are the rooftops
which see the curves of
the planet
that you and I
inhabit
and then don't
meandering through our
existences
flitting between spaces
and infinities

while the absences
seem like stretched fermatas
ensuring my heart is bound
leaping up at so much as
half a ray of sunshine

I write of love
as if it's music
between stave lines
when really it's just me
bleeding
seeping
colouring
marking
weeping

Life as I know it

I want to break
Like waves all over you
Like porcelain when I'm hurting
And slowly when starlight
Filters through your curtains

The three lines
Beneath your eyes
Have become my stave lines
I'm the music in between them
I become a crescendo
Until you look at me
And then my heartbeats
Are very contentedly a presto

Don't you see baby?
Don't you see darling -
When you thought you were only
Tracing circles on the back of my shoulders
In the hollow of my neck
I took those patterns on my skin
To weave my time and space
Together with yours
And to have the colours
Of my kaleidoscope
Weep into your heart

I'm a fool
I'm a fool for you
Need I put into words
That if you ever decide
To up and leave
You will have taken
All the poetry from my veins
And all the dreams from
Between my fingers.

trusting luhrmann on the sunscreen

dance

dance a little darling, won't you?

you don't need the shiny disco lights

or the high tan boots

or even six tequila shots

sometimes you could be dancing

in tandem with the twinkling skyscrapers

and the lights on the sea link

above you

they light up your face

and leave your eyes lit

intermittently

you don't need someone's hand

or another's waist

to dance

just dance

even if it's on your own rug

because the floor is too cold

and your socks are too thin

this time and space

and any other dimensions

you may think of 

are momentary

you might be looking back 

on them in nostalgia

and figure that dusting off

the layers of time and memory

won't paint it in the inky blue

and the hues of red

that you'd want them to look like

so dance a little darling

and make it about yourself

this one time

dance for you

and for your eyes alone

ascending

there's probably nothing I wouldn't do
if I was wearing an oversize shirt

3am, boots and the bottom
of a vodka bottle
see me dance on beds
write poetry and declare my love
for you and the world
off rooftops
dawn isn't far -
they always say
but do they know that
in that moment
3.17 or 3.71am
I have never felt
alive-r
happier
and shinier
in my spot in the sun's moonlight

the cicadas and my parlance
with the stars
is a story woven
in the sleepy undertones of my eyes