in silver,
sin, sun, Son
look at it, put it back on the shelf

I dreamt you were a missionary
Everything you weren't before and more
Loud and summarised

I saw you at my kitchen table,
I laughed at your jokes
Stuck in 16, stuck in this love
in a silver chain, keeled over

Took a wound
Took a thought
Took a man
Took two homes, two cats and an angel above your bed
A star that was mine: a canopy of trees
Snow White, Dorothy
'Order for me', that's what it took
A basket of waste paper and
places that were hidden

Smoked away
Driftwood

China child
Delightfully loved, light on your wings,
who grew and gasped through sunsets and full moons

Will I grow gills? Learn to slip and slide? Feel the wet green on my skin?

Will the riverbed weigh heavy?

Lit by light at night
In a white t shirt, you stepped too far into open space
Golden, in the shadow of something bigger
The centre
Waiting at the train station
I thought you were too much for me
Hands on my heart and my head
I think you are too much for me
Aware of the child running after him
The tap tap tap on the pavement
The arms round his neck
A warrior of both, of
How Much More You Could Be
You could be so much more
I could be so much more

What have you done here?
To these bright eyed birds
Singing in your living room
Circling, twirling
Little lions, where the children went,
inside out, so that we sat on the surface.
Floating and waiting on glory
Muttering to the ears that listened

Pen to paper
I want it in my heart again
You’re smaller, I’m bigger
You’re bigger, I’m smaller
I miss it in my legs
When they didn’t feel so old
When spiders would thread
White
Lavender
Bake me a cake with a vow in it
asleep in my own arms
We came home and let the drought in
Red light green
Blue light red

Dragged into the water
Left to sit, stagnant
Prodded from below
Here you go, baby
Take it back, swallow it whole, a fledgling flickered,
Too small to fly
Caught in wire, it’s legs bound and bleeding
Where was he when you opened your eyes, and became aware of the body next to yours?
Hot and wet from the same things
Do you have a song on your heart?
Scolded by cherries, the woman in the window and the decay
There they will run
Here I will hide