When we come together
you relinquish willingly
your power
No longer seeking refuge in flight
we are both other and the same
you and I
At once the desire and the desired
escaping the mundanity of existence
to the extraordinary presence of being
The thrill of control without force
strong, fragile and vulnerable
in my hands
that guide your grace
to freedom
Liberty unbound
by fantasies gates

It was late
    four am
I wheeled around
when I heard a sound
    clear as the night
your finger on the trigger
    my lover
…..…..and my killer

You just disappeared
      not a word about where
or why
The sound of your absent footprints
                echo along the empty hallway
         I find comfort in the memory
of how a stray strand of your hair
used to fall gently
              across that beautiful oval face
                                always open to the world
even in its darkest moments

tiny beauties
brighten up
a landscapes
harsh facade
like a lovers kiss
guaranteed bliss

You stand with nature
Lover of trees
Protector of the environment
A lifetime of fighting
The cancerous growth
Of progress
From consuming
Natures gift to the community
It's gradual loss
Your greatest sorrow
But whilst you were looking out
Fighting the good good fight
You didn't notice
That progress
Had found its way
Up under your fingernails
Into your bloodstream
And a new fight had come to you
For your own survival
The knife, the treatment
A new kind of sorrow

a Hills Hoist
holds aloft
singlet's blue
and a small child's dreams
on a quarter acre in Preston

We started out
like a tone deaf five year old playing the violin
All spark and passion
no symphony
wills clashed, words flew
but by god you were beautiful
The attraction grew
Like good wine
with age we mellowed
rough edges smoothed away by the champion of time
The star of my universe
The moon in my sky