I want to wake up
to breakfast in bed
and the Sunday papers.

I want you
to look up
from the half-completed crossword puzzle,
watch me lick marmalade
from my fingers
and stir  the sugar in my tea.

Later,
you pin me
to the un-made bed
still wet from the shower
and tell me you love me.

Take me
in your arms
and hold me.

Help me
to be free.

Thread bells
on  a string ‘round my heart,
stand back
and cover your ears.

All it would take
is the whisper
of a kiss,
the mere touch of your lips,
the feel of your skin
on mine,
and I’ll love you
forever.

All I want
from this insipid life
is someone to name a star after.

Someone
to elevate me
out of this space
and time,
bringing a smile to my face
and crushing this insatiable hunger.

Someone
to free me
from this madness
and put a constellation in my heart.

Love…
lend me your name,
to warm this cold December.

Another
humid day
in August,
with thunder rolling
in a charcoal sky.

I knew
the recent spell of sun
couldn’t last.

Like summer
making way for autumn,
I’m anticipating
the return of clouds
and the promise of rain.

Night
is over
and the sun
bullies me awake
as it rises.

I close my eyes,
turn my face
away from the window
and sleep through the afternoon
‘til I’m bored by my dreams.

Listening
to the rain outside
and the thunderstorm within.

Watching
you sleeping beside me,
asking myself
“What am I doing here?”

Perhaps
I should get dressed,
let myself out
and get the nightbus home.

Then again,
I could stay here
with the sound of the rain in my ears
and you in my arms.

Overwhelm me.
Invade my solitude.

Make me spellbound
and penetrate the coma.

Deny me
of my rational thinking
and make my head spin.

Interrupt
my heartbeat
and fracture  what little peace of mind remains.

If you look closely
you'll see that my cold eyes
promise warmth...

come closer.