Paradise
A lonely place
Inhabited by few

As much as is a perfect space
A location with a view
Paradise is found within yourself
Or even in another
Paradise is more than most,
A moment found with few.

Paradise is here
Paradise is there
Paradise is me when all the lights are
Faded glare
Paradise is the shaking in your limbs
When you've found your own release
Paradise is the tightening of pupils
When they rest upon their love
Paradise is the feeling inside
The impenetrable barrier
Between you and the rest
Paradise is all I have inside me
Paradise is my best.

Fat waves roll across my painted toes
You hand holds my waist
Staring into the deep sea
I cling to you
My beauty,
My savior,
Your breath mingles with mine
Salty air ***** between parted lips
You warm touch lingers on my winded-beaten cheeks
Sweet-smell of hair pressed against my neck

All these moments
These longing for the times
Feel new soft cotton against my skin
Old cashmere jumper warm against your  chest
All these things I desire yet never have experienced
I just wish for a love that I can hold close
On these summer Ohope nights
With pohutukawa petals drifting across our bed
And the Maunganui mountains cupping us dear
And your warmth holding me
Until bright New Zealand morning.

All in good time,
Cupid says
All in good time.

Look at you
Loud girl
Yet quiet now
You're kneeling down,
on your knees
at the hands of a devil,
You wept and cried
But still you kept it to yourself.
Pray soft,
How could one so lovely as you,
fall down and be caught only by darkness?

Specks of life
Crawling as frightened flies
Around a sugar-spill
Opened mouths lead to empty souls
Internal clattering lead to outside murmurings
Sighs and mumbles of a life-still-lived
Legs dancing in uncontrolled hustle
Interlocking and swerving
Searching and swirling
Eye contact is made and broken in an instant
Lives to be lived that could have been
Friends to be loved that can't ever be
All move;
As if in some erratic dream
Rushing towards their next tomorrow.

Ancient dust and ruin leading
A trail long lost but not forgotten
A silent few hold memory of the glory in highest regard
Lost beauty of a morphed race
Covenant high from god still lingering in our world-view

If we cannot get by
Without the new age
Ushered in by ancient gold
Then how can we expect
To have faith in a world
Without such beauty as the Ark of God

The reservations
Between my heart and the next
Are wide enough for long tables
Lengthy rows of empty seats.
The reservations
Between my heart and the next
Are plain for all to see.

The lingering of distance
The shielded minds
With guarded words
Litter all my past relations
And doom the next before they start.
The reservations
Between my heart and the next
Are plain for you to see.

I shut my city walls
My drawbridge, gated up
I let no friend nor enemy in,
No peace can slip between these bricks.
The lingering of distance
The shielded minds
with guarded words
Litter all my past relations
and doom the next before they start.

Constellations;
Racked through brain
Like waves on the sand
Pin-pricked entities;
Cloves on an orange.
The constellations of my heart
Are nothing but veins
Valves pushing and chugging
Squirting sickly sap
Through the eroded chambers
Of a worn out heart.