there is an intimacy
that in touching
I cannot touch

your colours linger
after brushwork soft
has long left canvas

your words
dear friends, are never parting
and never held, yet always, always
so deeply felt



MChallis @ 2015

Kiel, Germany.*

I know it's not even lunch yet,
But I'm a poet, so this huge
Beer has no bad feelings

Attached to its coldness.
All ice, hugs and barley.
I love Germany this time

Of the year. Guess I should
Get back on the boat and wake up
The woman,

But there is something about
Cold drops running down
Glass to kiss a coaster that

Makes me want to read what
The cardboard says. So I expose it
With the intentions of a literary

Drunkard: Noch ein Bier Bitte.
I guess there's poetry
Everywhere

To a writing man
Who loves
Beer enough

To write about just
One. Even in
Germany.

with the shadow of the beetle
comes the simplest truth:
everything has its season

just as the cast will lengthen
to fight change, ultimately
will overwhelm you



MChallis © 2015

with morning's breath
soft kisses touching
lightly the nape of love

MChallis © 2015

for Jan*

In the artist's nascent frame you're the perfect idea already imagined.


MChallis @ 2015