to know your skin
is to know the turmoil of creation
you are the visceral
the primal roar
urging its way out

i will shape you
mold you out of sand
draw your pleasure out
and ruin your salvation

you've given me a taste
so now i'll sniff out your blood
and crawl my way over
and snarl and scratch at you
and feast on your flesh

The taste of tangerines
coloring open draught
a delectable, yet sensual
****** of beauty
running in the deep,
chasing timeless renditions
of nature's parade

In a dream I shall feel
The wings of the world unfolding, and
Worlds spinning on the axis of mad journeys;
And the seas breaking turquoise, upon their rippled surface.

In the heart of the ears
I shall hear the shivering willows, dreaming their
Wood-smoke dreams, full of sap and  funneled sunlight;
Pierced by light for a thousand years

And the flowers sleeping nestled in stars;
Gathered in the deep, among the wood-thrushes,
In coagulated violet forests, all shadowed and dark:
And a whispered peace barely rustles this world.

Is it instinctive or are we given the right or ability
to play our part in this extravagant dining?
We tremble in anticipation in this enchanted forest,
waiting breathlessly for the next amuse bouche.

This morning your hair smells of jasmine
and the weave of your sweater is fixed with waxy stars.
Early you went out to prune the wild tendrils,
while drawn from sleep I turned to kiss your skin
but found you'd gone.

Then as you set the breakfast cups
I watched you from the bedroom door, yearning to entwine you
while your flowery scent still lingered.

This morning your hair smells of jasmine
and the weave of your sweater is fixed with glistening stars.

this uncertainty is frightening
but fleeting

because fading are the echos
of them telling us

how this is not right
but what do they know

about you and me
about right and wrong

for in this bed of secrecy
we still find truth in you and me

so I want you to ask
is this alright
just so I can say

Yes

You couldn't tear me apart
Couldn't block my sunshine
If all I have left is my happiness
Then I still have everything.

You couldn't break me
Couldn't fold my wings
I fly away from your black hole
You couldn't **** me in.

It's not about the letters, calls or late nights
You kept me chained in your basement
But I broke free of your hold
My freedom is your silence.

My light may have faded
But out of your shadows I shine
I am everything bright
Darkness can't touch me now.

We are halted on the path
where a small amphibious mite
has sprung headlong into an unknown world,
its river home now out of sight.
Fingernail-size it shrinks on the path,
absorbing the colours of the gravelled ground
and somehow surviving
the rigours of walkers and riders around.
Its freedom now moves it from riverbank hollows
to find the instinctive role that it follows.
Cradled in cupped hands it is carried to water
but I explain its life lies elsewhere.
These precious moments shared with my daughter
are but part of the time which may see it grow
and spawn in the seasons yet to come,
while we witness a cycle that’s just begun.