The thick dryness of grass stalks
and shadow thickets - Broken
bodies of darkness through the sun
as the day's last hour slowly decreases.

The opening of a door.
Bone hinges as bright as the first hour
swing open
                 then shut;
Like Venus fly trap
picking us off
                 one by one.

A slither as thin
                   almost like grass - Brittle
bones can only assume such polishing before the
tiniest of cracks occur;

Like insects.
                     Imagine
So close, close enough
                                      to hear
that unearthly snap.

The snap as children we all took for granted;

Not a thought for the mutated deformity
                                      left in painful circling.

Grasses wind flat, swirling
Blanket over the plateau
A constant of crashing tides.

The perimeter white wash fence
Like awkward teeth tied broken and loose
Scattered as a moderate surround

Ashen and fettered by memory
A dynasty of holidays stained
In its salty oak - Weathered sweet
With haggard charm, poised

On the peninsular
Awaiting its new meaning as landmark.

like
a rocking blanket
               of stars
against the night
               loving
lapping quietly
               under canopy
of warm lunar skin.

then,
in the glimpse
              of Autumn
through the small window
              our bodies
lightly wrapped, yawning
in the sun's early flesh,

we lie
in a deep smiling shyness
of our first morning.

As love is

         the sweet rain
                             trickling voice of November

Is words in all proportion

                              whispered solely
in one ear to melt what candles once were

Is creeping to recognition - Imbued
                              all colours and shades

perched swinging like hammock

                              so still
in constellation of snow flakes

                              hand over hand
under shelter of warmth

                              a glowing challenge
in every soft shuffle
                              closer in dreams and mirrors

Is all around us
                             invisible blanket

To tongue, to teeth
                             exploding iris
blooms in fraction
                             as all beliefs belong as one

Is love, is love
                             the world over

Singing, is singing - Is love

The smooth velvet umbrella
                             each leaf free of rain
running through patient spines
                             dripping downward

as if gravity invented, in purity - This moment
                             for our vision

How nature becomes and begets

                             in bloom growth of light
planted on trampled stars
                             is birth, is birth, is sunrise

breathing the ancient hue

                             Is first steps of life.

A battle of chrome blacked armour,
minute monster,
              prophet machinery, plated
wings unhinged gravitate - Inertia
blade to blade, slipping
into green and shadowy light - Lost
all enemies of creation
imagined into a thousand pieces.

Cells stripped once again
in orchestral signature, the dark noted
animated story - In utero
climbing umbilical
                              down
endless shock of violent *****
and vaginal beauty;

The sweet wet envelope to the world.