Something sits
Unstirred
Inside me
Something
Dark and resting
Something
Stark and waiting
Bated
Listlessly
Listing
A ship unbalanced
A stone upturned
A lover spurned
A nightmare earned.

There is silence
Screaming
Tongue tied
From the place
Where my throat meets
My clavicle.
That puddle in the skin
Beneath which
My voice
Spins
Out of control
Whole
And bidding,
Hidden.

Self censored
I bite my own tongue
Till it bleeds
And small seeds
Of doubt and worry
Scurry
From my throat
Down down down
To my stomach.
Can’t breathe for the
Stifling
Can’t speak for the thoughts
Rifling through my heart
Tearing apart the layersI have sewn.
Ripping at seams
And spilling through the gaps
Fears planted
Enchanted
All I can do is gag.

Until now
I had felt a sense
Of alone
Free roam
Taking over me.
Now,
I see,
Differently.
I am not one.
Rather many
And this single entity
Is plenty.
I am love.
For all my errors made
I am my own undoing
My own repair.
For every solo step taken
I dance for all.
For every crouched and howling boy,
Small,
I am tall,
An echo,
Resounding.
There is strength here
In this solidarity.
We, love, are one.
Together as we are alone.

It feels like I’m falling
When really I’m flying
which is why
my feet don’t feel like they’re touching the ground
(once lost, now found, I am soaring homeward bound)
Feels like I’m crying
When really I’m laughing
these tears
that fall crystalline clear from once
muddied dark and dying eyes
are from smiling all the time.
Early mornings and a reason to rise.
Small kisses, deep sighs,
Love denying conviction
A heart soul lust
triptych addiction
I’m drowning already
and yet only half submerged
Destiny converged
To bring time ever alluring into my open
Wanting, waiting palm.
You bring a calm to my daze
A serenity to the inner madness
That chews and claws within
You fill the void that had become my universe
Each dwelling sadness you reverse
With your tender touch
And deep blue cave water eyes.
I cannot deny
The passion you inspire
I cannot ignore the flame you ignite
So stow my fright
And onward sail
Ballast full
Heart pull
And happiness tugging
Serendipitous
At the blood red stitches
of my patched and tough tender
worn, now swelling heart.

Ghostwriter

"Dear Diary" said the scribe onto the page. "What is it i wonder, that inflates my **** to as big as my ego when i write about myself + take the time to pretend that i care?

Tick Tock

fix-it-man

A voice to drive this passion.

Transitional transcendental trapped
betwixt
The written and the spoken
word.
A restless journey
dependent on interpretation and perception.

Then to become of word into form.
To breathe ink and birth creation
into reality.
Then i could sing these words and dance to each rythmic strain.
It would be life lived as it is written.

If time will provide.

Then of course this discourse will close the gap and bring me closer to myself.

Oh Myself! You're back again, how i missed you and your self indulgent interest.
If only you were there, the spectacle, you see, was me.
And for a nano-chromatic passing of time, you and me, us, you see, we were actually, honestly, one and the same.
The spoken word had become the written and with little contamination from self, had become true and of conscience.

And i call myself a scribe? as i pen a silent voice with softly spoken conviction

He' a furtive
sneaky quiet boy
scraps of stories at his tongue
Small slips of strings
waiting to be pulled
Undone;
He is nothing without his lies.

Sitting there
with a smile
tattooed
imbued
lips stitched
with invisible thread,
not misread
more unwritten.

He sits smitten
by his undisclosed.
He sits savouring,
favouring the silent stealth
of hidden words.
His privacy is coded, arcane,
It sustains his urge
to keep his as his,
a little something
for his soul, his
alone to feed on.
His alone to feel.

It’s funny
Sitting here
Thinking back
To the times
She refers to
As
Then.

How I used to be,
The person I was
Before it was all
Unwritten.

Small threads
Picked and worn,
Undone.

She’s not the only one
Who remembers the small me
That always
Smiled for the camera.
Climbing trees,
Not afraid to fall.
She speaks
as if it were yesterday.

One eye in the past
One eye on the future
I am cross eyed
Short sight obscures
My view.

Recollect
And memories
Requiem dreams.
That which goes unseen
Time passes
And still I close my eyes
And remember
As if it were a life time ago.

She fingers at my ***
and plays me like a mandolin
Long notes
strings pulled
All I can hear is blood rush through my brain
Insane
All this ******* and a smile
Stretched from ear to ear.
She says I am awesome sauce
If I’m the sauce she must be the pasta
Faster and faster
We **** until chords fall
Freely from our throats.
High notes
Like music to my ears.
All fears lost when I look into her
Deep brown eyes
I cannot disguise
My lust
There is trust
In this madness
Like falling down a rabbit hole
Looking for cake to eat
And magic potions to drink
I could sink into her completely
I could drown in her whole
She takes the sadness from my soul
and replaces it with the simple joys
of happiness and like meeting like.

In the shower
When I am alone
With the water
And only me.
I should be standing tall
But instead I find a tiny boy
Crouched
And crying tears
that sting hotter than
The water meant to be cleaning
Off the salt
Of a turbulent
Tossing sea.

I find a shadow of my daily self
A weak and lonesome man
Who cannot stand
To hold his chin high
A man who cannot stand
To smile bright
A lost boy
Crying
In the cubicle
His confidence
Missing
His course listing
Upon this cruel and violent sea.

This is me,
This lying man
Who smiles by day
And cries by night
This is me
This constant fight
To love myself
And love thy neighbour.

Small boy
Squatting.
Disgust
Rotting him
from stern to bow.
He doesn’t know how
To stem the tears
Release the fears
As if they were hounds
And could chase away
The badness.

This sadness
Overwhelms
And burning tears
scratch his face.
He is disgrace
Released,
Displaced,
Alone.

I sit within myself loosely
Like crumpled sheets
Waiting to be made
A song laid out
Semi quaver (dis)chord
Waiting to be played
A whisper
Caught between
Tongue and lip
I am whiskey
Sipped
Then spilled
Time killed
I am paused
Mid flight
A Pheonix
Rising
Covered in ash

I walked right on into your life,
Stormed right on in through the closed and creaking doors,
Knocked down the walls
Wearing come **** me boots
And a packer
Unpacked and willing
Smiling like I’d already swallowed the canary
I put it out there you know
To meet you
To have you meet me
To meet my maker
My Love Set Match
I volleyed the ball straight
Into the wanting
Court of your heart
And waited
Breath bated
For your solid, resounding return.
I stole inside you while you slept
Unstitched your skin
Climbed in and
Sewed myself deep and everlasting
inside.
I spoke softly to your shadow
Through your dreams
Until it grasped my hand
And now, like glue, I am stuck to you.
I smeared my love
Across your chest
With wet kisses
And a love bequeathed by lust.
I handed you my trust
And watched as you unwrapped it
And placed it lovingly within your own.
I tore down my walls to get to you
I walked through fiery insecurity
And swam through fear infested waters
I battled demons
And won
I lost my voice
And sung
Of two souls
Found
Two hearts bound
And a love all enduring connected.

There are no words to fill the void between being and becoming.
Trembling skin humming.
Heartbeat drumming.
Stories burn deep
Beneath my skin.
Flattened out layers of panic.
Manic.
I am distress
Rip torn
Heart worn
Tears wet with fears
sawn
From old salt eye
To face
Disgrace.

This being Is my undoing.

This young love
This winter dream
It would seem I am the luckiest man
Alive.
I hesitate to say the words
That sit safely nestled,
nursed and budding
Inside me
The words that speak of love and loving. You see I am falling
Scratch that,
Have fallen,
Am smitten
And calling
Your name
Alongside the name of love.
I love you
I am in love with you.
I am loving
So much love
For you.
This growing colour inside my heart
Is a picture
Still painting
Of you.
A masterpiece in the making.
A priceless piece of beauty tied by
An endless string of dreams.
This surreal happiness.
Nothing is as it seems.
I check myself hourly
With a pinch
To ensure I'm not dreaming
And that this
Extraordinary feeling Is real.
Upside down,
You've turned my frown
Into a smile
And I would walk
Infinite miles
To return
The love
You
Spill inside me.

I feel a familiar wave
Of apathy
Washing, creeping, aching
over me
That self propelled
Ignorant kind of numb admission
That reaches into the bleeding
redness
Of your heart
And wraps black
Stained greyscale
Morbid pale
fingers around the
Aorta
Choking
Silencing
Encoding
A defence
Repeated
Completed time and again
Pre worn
And cut up
And burnt
like a leather
Shield, a muddied bloodied field
War ready



This is a Mexican stand off
Where the pistols
Pull their own pins
This is a temple
Unforgiving of sins.

I can hear a call
For help echoing
Through the death grip
Of regularity
But the voice is familiar
And if I remember correctly
It fades after time.
The voice is mine
one of many
The cry is loud
But habits old are hard to break
And, after all, a rolling stone
Will gather no moss
moss ,enough I have already.
And with the ignorance comes
A steady.
And with the steady
There comes a surface calm.
And with that calm I can sit
At one in a room with myself
And not find cause to cry.
(despite the never ending, it will always be ok)

Stygian I know these tunnelswell,been here since the beginning.Shadows dancing;beckoning withsharp biting rocks for fingers.Diamonds embedded that pierce like nails.Slow reckoningshrouded by shallow lightbouncing off scratched and bleedingwalls.This path that never endswith its dark and ever darkening hallows.No words to break the quiet.No riot to break down the walls.No squall to set the sailsand coughing, sighing, dyinglights to lead the way.

Loneliness

Made himself comfortable in my heart

He took up a chair

Set it backwards

And swung a leg over

With an inaudible sigh



Sat on down

Settled in,

Right beside

The torn edges

And split seams



Started

Picking

Tearing

Scratching off

Strips

Of my damage

Of my out of control.



He smokes and smolders

Like a haystack

Silently igniting



Turns pebbles into boulders

That sink me

Deeper

Tighter

Slighter

Into myself

Until my chest

Explodes

And strips of loss

Scatter at my bare feet



Him,

The lonely man

With the loud voice

And vacant

Laugh.

He can fill a room

With his technicolour coats and masks

And fade the brightest star

With his undying pallor

That is sewn just beneath his skin.



He is the crafty artful dodger

Of bullets to the heart

Ducks and weaves

And falls away

Down the dark

Alley ways

Of this damaged

urbanized

Over developed

Being.



Lonley man.

Pulled up a chair

And made himself at home

In my heart.

Tracing patterns
Breaking habits
Pulling white
Rabbits
Out of tall hats
Lined by tall lies.
Lacey disguise
Covered eyes
Still peeking
Seeking
To see without feeling.
To run before walk
To lip closed talk
fill the room with secrets
Exposed.

like never before

an open door

and the sun
it shields:
i yield

and still the stairs are bare.

I will not
cannot
am afraid

and caged still
wings clipped

time slipped
casually
out the door.

Feet floored
small ship
moored
i am rotted rope
and frayed edges
braided knot
and fearsome
not
only bound and
endlessly
ebbing
with the flow.

Swelled tide
beside
this one man boat
built for two.

Who is the captain
and who is the
ocean
this motion
is sick
like the frigid sea
within me.

Where are we.
Guide me.
Slip inside me
take my helm
and anchor soon
lest i become one
with the weeds
of tomorrows
sorrow.

so unprepared for
such a lack of
inspiration.
Theres nothing worse
than an
insular soul
with no cross to bear.
A voice without a message
is like a knife without a vein.

There are no words to fill the void between being and becoming.
Trembling skin humming.
Heartbeat drumming.
Stories burn deep
Beneath my skin.
Flattened out layers of panic.
Manic.
I am distress
Rip torn
Heart worn
Tears wet with fears
sawn
From old salt eye
To face
Disgrace.

This being Is my undoing.

These feelings
Run river deep
Channeling through me
This feeling of falling
And knowing
That the impact of landing
Could not possibly compare
To the faith I have in you.
You've taken my heart
Which was Surrounded by a 12ft wall
And climbed despite your fear
To be near
To be by my side
You cracked open the vault
And are nestled
So warmly welcome inside.
You found behind the walls
My heart
Locked in a cage
And brought with you
The universal key
You have unlocked me.
With this freedom
Comes love
And with this love
Comes a smile
That stretches
A mile
Beneath my skin.

The world I’m living in is getting smaller
The walls are closing in
And every thing feels
A little warmer.
Reaching out
(I’m wearing gloves,
too hot to touch bare skinned)
I feel for the impermeable skin
Of reality
Moving in
(I can’t breathe in,
the air is thick, congested.)
The partitions
Between
Dreaming and Real
Are becoming a radial blur
Of movement and confinement
Trying
(aspiring)
to share a space;
A geometric pace
Of shapes and shifting,
I am drifting
Only to sink
again
to the bottom
of the world,
where the stars are grey against
a pitch black (falling down)
sky.
Sing me a lullaby,
Close my eyes,
And sleep me through the
Slow death of falling walls.

Loneliness

Made himself comfortable in my heart

He took up a chair

Set it backwards

And swung a leg over

With an inaudible sigh



Sat on down

Settled in,

Right beside

The torn edges

And split seams



Started

Picking

Tearing

Scratching off

Strips

Of my damage

Of my out of control.



He smokes and smolders

Like a haystack

Silently igniting



Turns pebbles into boulders

That sink me

Deeper

Tighter

Slighter

Into myself

Until my chest

Explodes

And strips of loss

Scatter at my bare feet



Him,

The lonely man

With the loud voice

And vacant

Laugh.

He can fill a room

With his technicolour coats and masks

And fade the brightest star

With his undying pallor

That is sewn just beneath his skin.



He is the crafty artful dodger

Of bullets to the heart

Ducks and weaves

And falls away

Down the dark

Alley ways

Of this damaged

urbanized

Over developed

Being.



Lonley man.

Pulled up a chair

And made himself at home

In my heart.

I come unstuck when it seems
That my influence
is not enough
and solution is the job at hand.
When I don’t have an answer
And can only be me
And all that I see
Are boxes
And clouds
Floating in my mind
Unattached and
Drifting
Lost in thought
And a whisper in the wind.
I am of whim and fancy
And fleet passing thoughts
That mean the world to me
Free and flotsam
Ebbing
Then crashing
And bits and pieces of me
Wash up along the shore
To be picked up and carried
Like bounty and wealth
And good health
Clasped
Tight delight
Within a treasured chest.
I crash and thrash
Each day
I pray
That I can be
For you
For me
A lighthouse
Tall and proud
A beacon in the dark
When my presence is the essence of the solution.

I love you
Do you know that…
Cause you should.
I love you like a pen knife loves wood.
I love you like the moon loves the tide.
You are hemmed inside
Like the silk lining of a finely tailored coat.
You float my boat;
The bridge to my moat.
I could rhyme of you until
Dead poets fell from the sky
I don’t know why
I feel this way
Lets just say
That some things are meant to be
And that I see
In us
A million days,
A Thousand ways
A spring dusk haze
Of Beauty in Love
And Happiness in
Togetherness
Foreverness.
You n Me
Sailing a passionate sea
In a boat built for two.
I love you.

Rising

Like a warm loaf

On a slowly turning winters eve.

Sitting. Still. Window sill. Warm sun.

It has begun.

Taking leave

From my

Seated place

Alongside this scenic, arduous

Road.

Kicking out

My legs.

Muscle stretch and yawn.

I am changeling,

Unsteady and unsure

On eager feet.

I am heartbeat. Beating.

I am jarred door.

Unhinged and

Swinging in the spring breeze.

Reading this book

As I write each page.

Dog eared and laughing.

Crushed spine and crying.

I am chapters unfolding

Burnt and bleeding pages.

Edges tested by time.

I am unrest

Settling into itself.

Dust on a shelf

Fanned off by the

Zephyr

Stirring within.

The west wind

Blowing in,

Releasing me.



So this is what it feels like to be free.



So this is life calling me.



And so I rise.

The Pheonix

In the freshness of youth.

Through the cycle of years.



I am reborn and

Being.

I should be writing,
but from where I’m sitting I can see the breeze through flicks of a pirate flag, shadow cast and bearing homeward bound in my window.
I can reach out and touch my tobacco,
feeling,
rolling,
pausing,
licking,
lighting,
smoking.
I am inhaling /exhaling
and only typing in between bursts of stillness, my mind lost and trailing through the room, **** n’ type, mumbling crazy talk under my breath as I scribe.
Slowly
I should be in my head, finding a nest,
a bed, of words and meaning
conscience streaming.
No focus when I can see the tree’s, peeks of bark and pied green
No inspiration beyond that which I can see with my eyes.
Ash, I am burned out like the smoke in my hand.

And so I dug into you
So deep
That in One thousand years
You could not cover the same in miles.

And I kissed you with kisses laced with smiles.

It is through being;
My touch;
That my love can flow free
And you will see
That some things
Cannot be said
But forever committed
To flesh
Instead.

Lover boy
Dear man
I swim beside you
Inside you
And wholly within

It is a sin
To hold tongue
And bated breath
When your
Body
So responds
To mine.

I feel a familiar wave
Of apathy
Washing, creeping, aching
over me
That self propelled
Ignorant kind of numb admission
That reaches into the bleeding
redness
Of your heart
And wraps black
Stained greyscale
Morbid pale
fingers around the
Aorta
Choking
Silencing
Encoding
A defence
Repeated
Completed time and again
Pre worn
And cut up
And burnt
like a leather
Shield, a muddied bloodied field
War ready



This is a Mexican stand off
Where the pistols
Pull their own pins
This is a temple
Unforgiving of sins.

I can hear a call
For help echoing
Through the death grip
Of regularity
But the voice is familiar
And if I remember correctly
It fades after time.
The voice is mine
one of many
The cry is loud
But habits old are hard to break
And, after all, a rolling stone
Will gather no moss
moss ,enough I have already.
And with the ignorance comes
A steady.
And with the steady
There comes a surface calm.
And with that calm I can sit
At one in a room with myself
And not find cause to cry.
(despite the never ending, it will always be ok)

Tired

[So very
*******
Tired]

Cant sleep
Fractured
De-railed.

I am pale
Looking
Feeling
Fading

I am wading
In my own
Muck and mire.
Too much fire
For a fish that needs
Motion/swell/ a tide
Deep sea.

I am too far within me
With no vision
Of the other side
I am alive
And breathing
But can’t bear
The weight
Of feeling.
Plagued
I am of
Nightmares
And broken
Sleep.
A one way street
Facing
The wrong
Direction.
I am sections
Of fractions
Of fragments
Of me.
[So very ******* tired]

release me.

Unplug meI'm too youngtoo oldtoo coldto stoke the fire.Wake me upfrom this requiem, midnight thrashinggag and scream.Closed eyes and open memories. Stitch me up i am tornasunder.A folded paperripped, shredded andseparating with the wind.Do you hear the thunder?Wet tear dropsraining, pouring, falling,blurring the lines betweenreal and illusionLeaving;pull me home,bring me closeand tightinto the world.Your gaze for a blanketin the breeze of discontentchill spentand warming from the outside in.

With this pain
Comes the dull roar
Of rain
Within
The already drowning
Chambers of my heart.
Dryness depart
And all that’s left
Are stale
Puddles
Of discontent
Better left
Drying.
Trying
Crying
Denying
The slow seeping
Scars
That tunnel deep
And creep from one hollow
To another.

I can hear the wind

The darkness consumes

A room
Darkened
but for the
resonating brightness
of
Pain.

Yes Sir, i can hear the wind, but your silence is blinding.

Stale stone
cold
eyes.

Dont  leave me alone, the light is gone
my hands are empty and my vision sold.
I need.

A cellular
place
to exist
in Silence
and code.

A shadow to my grief. A widow to my pride.

This is my Land.
These are my walls.
Faith
tests more than
just limits.

Dont leave,
I can hear the wind
I need.

Silence.

Today
Life is
A shade
Of dark and royal
Blue.
Today I am concrete,
I am ricochet,
And I am sliding
Like a shadow
Off a wall.
I stand tall
But the sun
Provokes
My silhouette
To shrink and shrivel
And I appear small
To those above me.
They are the wall
I am the nook,
Cavernous and angled
Tucked, chipped and caved
I am ocean spray
And secrets whispered
In the wind.
Blue white and Grey
I am ricochet,
And they are the bullet.
Echoes of emotion and
Commotion;
Like man
I am from mars
And I crawl into myself,
My hole
In my wall.
Today I am small.

So i drew a pile of words onto the page
and in a rage i covered them in black lines and criss crosses until a
small sad scribbly sailing ship appeared upon the scarred bark white sheets;
mooring, sinking, drinking in the brine
and choking on weeds that drift
aimlessly atop a deep engulfing sea.
Dying boat submerging to be free
Lonesome boat singing a fading melody,
Water cleans.
Moonlight streams.
Seafolk dream
and the ocean breathes in a calm that swells
into a seething, heaving storm within a sea of scribbled words
lines blurred
bone dry
sun starched
my mouth is parched
and words form salted pearls upon my lip.

cammo

I'm swimming in blue cammo
Eyes closed
a vision within.

(Just holding each breath)

A million bubbles
trapped beneath
a sealed and silent
surface. My lips. Languid desire.
                                                  (I can feel them/behind my eyes)
Blue and black
Shades of grey                            (sweet disguise)
myriad moments
uncoloured by time                      (in blue, everything is you, disguised)

Only trapped like lime
in stone.

I cant breathe when i'm swimming in you.

No song I could sing
No whispers in your ear
Could ever
Amount to the volume
Of language I want
To dance for you.

In me
You lit a fire
That burned through
The stagnate black
And sparked my desire.

I am pyre,
Burning,
An effigy
Charring
In cheers’
to love
and loving.

I am ***** ash
And floating
No more devoting
Naked flame to
This blaze
That burned
For you.

Through
Hands...

I am lost and falling
Crawling, a shadow
Sliding oil slick against the wall
defined
By another man’s
rising/waking/dying
sun.
Not knowing how I feel
About growing old alone.
Alone is where I started
And alone is where it ends.
Not sure if I like
The way
My heart keeps beating
To a different drum.
Always the unsure
Forever unknowing
On my knee’s
And going going going
Down then gone
A day will come
A time will turn
And fallen I won’t rise again.

Death is death
It is unmistakable
Today I looked into your eyes
And saw more love and calm
Than ever before
I saw in you
An inner peace,
A sanctum shroud
In honour
I heard from you a voice,
Strong and bold,
That had eluded me
Until today.
I felt you
Through my lips
As I placed
A silent kiss
A ripple through my soul
As your love
Flooded
Like my tears
And I said goodbye
Despite not really
Wanting to.
There is love
And there is love.
Thankyou and goodbye.

Where to begin
I think to myself as I submerge
my thoughts
In you and what it is that
Gives the tick to your tock.
I think of your eyes
And the depth
That lies
Folded within
Green and brown
Layered
Life
Disguised
And smiling.
Lost glasses
And lager
That comes in pints
Accompanied by
Epic
And
Blatant
Action and statement
Your energy blasts
Fast and furious
Frenzy
I sense more to you
Than what meets my eye.
And in that thought
I lie
Here now
Creased brow
In anticipation of knowing you more.
I think of your nails
And the way they touch
Me deeper than
The welts
That are kissed
Crimson stain
Onto my skin.
Your essence
Seeps inside
Within
And bleeds out of my body
Through my lips
As I savour
The flavour
That makes
You taste
So simply
Divine.
You have this way
Of ceasing time
And pausing
The beat of my heart.
Just a smile
Is all it takes
And your laugh,
The way your eyes
Drop low,
The dip of your neck and
The way you glance up
And out from
Under your
Fringe.
You unhinge
The door
That stands
Shut and heavy
Before
My eyes
Wide open
Surprise
As you storm
Into my soul
And take whole
My delight
And spin its
Weave
Into gold.
I am sold
On you
And your cold hands
Warm heart.

Cold heart
all warmth depart
as distance takes its hold.
Crossed arms, knee fold .
You can't;
I can't,
See me for these walls.
You can't;
I can't,
Hear me for this noise.
Static buzz between us,
void and unforgiving.
In sadness i sit alone.
In separation we walk backwards; together.
Am i disappearing?
A ghost with limpid tears
and teknicolour fears
of loss and self loathing.
This is only for today,
this grief and ever fading.
Tomorrow
time will have passed
and warmth back in shall
seep.

Dear ****** diary

I know i'm not alone
but i'm tired of talking to
myself.
Outside of these walls seems
so very
far away.
I never dreamt i'd learn to love
this life,
then feel as if i'd given myself away
in pursuit of
a different me.
I cant see past my lies.
I cant breathe through this smoked
den of
filth and anxiety.
This is like drowning
without the
******
of death.
This is like suffering.
All over again.
And i thought i was
all and encompassing,
but i am only
small and encumbering.
for every day i live this life
(of filth and lies and strain)
i hope there is another
where i am raw
and can still
feel the pain.

I cant be everywhere
Inside their minds
And holding firm
Within my own.

I have sewn
My name
Onto my sleeve
So as not to forget
Who I am
and to remember where
I came from
I have drawn a map
Inside my heart
Caged and inked
And spread
Smudged
And corners
Leafed
And burning

I am only here
For now
I can see you
All.

You are my favourite type of conversation
The kind of relaxation
that rests easy like a rocking chair,
slippers and a roll your own cigarette
within my soul.
Your smile makes me whole
And I could drown in the beauty that is
your laughter.
I would quest after you if ever you felt lost.
I cry at the thought of our paths having never crossed;
at the idea that I had would have to live forever
With the pain
of not knowing your name,
Not seeing your face,
Not feeling your tender embrace,
Or the warmth of your heart lapping
Pooling
Pulling
The strings inside
my own.
Already,
together,
we have grown,
seed sewn,
Emerged,
Converged,
Two lovers with so much love to give.
So much time to live;
Embraced,
Divine intervention
So carefully placed
before us.