First Encounter

A beginning
      A seedling
Fertile youth
        Ageless gaze;
By passion they were found,
    And by passion they were lost.

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    Holding Hands

Buried with touch
    Amidst a new language.
The world beats
    Pulsating claritys,
Falling confusions,
      Dreaming awake....

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    Smiling For Him

Embers of hope
    Shedding darkness,
A surge of feeling
    Insisting existence:
The soul alive!

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         First Kiss

Flames of magnetic touch,
   Fire knots in the stomach,
Without words
    Wet syllables speak
Unlacing Passion's verbiage.

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    Saying I Love You

Children of the dust
    Reach a balance
Within the universe;
Destiny unfurls
In a creation of words
Speaking like children of God.

Our local Cuckoo never showed up this year
- lost or dead on its migration (we will never know)
The upside is other species of bird will have been free from the Cuckoos chick taking over their nest. But still I missed the calling of the Cuckoo.
The Sea Eagles have nested again, what a boon to our small Island. The Mountain Hares would disagree, the eagles feed on them.
I guess there must be an upside and downside in all of nature, and even the downside helps the upside to materialise. Strange this passing of the seasons and our witness to all its phenomenon. Three score years and ten, and then gone to some other place, lost or dead, gone on our final migration.

from sun bleached strawberry blond
to a slow grey
changes in skin tone to match the years
and the not so taking everything SO serious
the heart that shines with life
- a freedom to die for (slowly)

learning the craft of living
your lips must cherish silence

and when you have learnt a little
you will know how vast is your ignorance

but this knowledge is not lost
if you return often to silence

your interpretation of love
will manifest in your songs.

Clinical love washed clean with gasoline
burns your skin pink
its an abc you learned in the womb
- how to argue your way out of a tight spot
with a lit match held tight in between your thumb and finger.
Its all relative where even the Sun is your brother
or sister who burns to death those caught in a desert
and the world turns with the turn of a key
while all mechanical actions take place
washed clean with gasoline burns your skin pink
and clinical love is a lit match held tight in between your thumb and finger.  
.

I borrowed some ink from an old tattoo
could see the snake tempting Eve
winding itself around Adams bony skull
as he bit deep the juicy fruit
while death entered paradise lost,
and now only faith would see them through.

the smell of a hospital
disinfecting hands and
identities
placed on the counter.
a passport-size ambition
a fingerprint of luck.
you have arrived.
you are here.

you came in
a bus full of languages
funnelled into the room
'welcome to - '
lost and found
in translation.
you cannot understand
you will try
to understand.

your newness.
new you.
you are new.
you do not understand
you are here.