In this dark there              
                   seems little light
                               between the lines
                                           upon these sheets
         heart seeking arrows in searching flights
                                         find piercing pain
                               or soaring heats
          Light & dark in
          ink & blood we cry              
      
                                                         ­                                                                 ­                     Searching, we do,             
                                                             ­                                                                 ­                     else we die.

This August night,
lay down beside me.
Surrounded by darkness,
watch the wishes come true.

Holding a torch to single motherhood with one hand
~ I push the pram of invisibility with the other!

Perhaps I should get a curve hugging costume,
a (wipe-clean) comic strip silhouette of a kickass mother.

**"I'll be doing it all because I can!"

She is life
  a raging heart of fire
Radiating warmth she shines
giving life wherever her touch falls
Birds fill the skies with song as she gazes upon them

He is death
cold dust in comparison
Reflecting her brilliance he mirrors
merely twisting and turning in fancy to impress
Wise wolves are heard to speak his falseness loudly


He steals
using her beauty in his own name
Poets pontificate about 'magic'
when lovers gaze upon him with misplaced wonder
Whilst mice dream that he's made of cheese, and
moths take flight to warmer deaths

He steals
knowing they will meet, and he'll hold his head in shame
For he'll be but a shadow in her light
As she warms his back again, then
all at once we shall see him truly
cowered by a diamond ring

I walked a year of days in your shoes

hands in need held

now you choose to travel onwards alone

*barefoot

"Always my love", she was saying,

as the breeze whipped up her hair.

Hearing her name on it's whisper,

she flits & drifts  

to where?

~ *I'll beckon you skyward,

   floating you upon the softest whispers from my lips.

Those full rubied murmurs you'd reach to steal
              
& cast all of your unworldly dreams in,

prussian blue kisses of sapidity.