Stop to admire
pure coloured views
and then ponder, really,
which way would you choose?
Would you go over it,
see through it,
or bend double under?
Should you face it,
or chase it,
in backdrops of thunder?
We look for the Sunshine,
or we'll drown from the rain,
in warmth of this kiss -
Feelings bliss
with no shame.

when all that glitters isn't gold...
which part,
have you sold?

Scavengers of Black on White,
pecking; Stripping bare.
Feathering their own nests,
sticky with the blood of Others shiny words.

I wear Rowan
though no fear I show,
this heart welcomes either fae, or foe
my skin feels his presence in my home,
a changeling
from
his
wood
abode

When
nights are
wrapped
in silk
love glows
bitter-sweet
upon their lips
Bitten by the darkness
devouring each others taste
Stolen bodies
writhe
drenched in
silvery heat
Gasping
sated
lovers whisper
such tempting
secrets

Can you still spell
S  E  X  Y
with
just
your
left hand?
We dig it all,
in this *digital age
... when advances
in technology,
never slow,
a hand
held

**... right?

DON'T AIR IT
HERE
                                Let the unsaid                                
grow
ferment and fester
behind
your wicked
lips
claim back
              apologies with passion              
as you rally
in the cause
leaving
hastily
discarded clothes
                                                        ­                    
                                            ­                                 *looking better
                                                          ­                     on the floor

Sugar?* Two spoons...in the coffee.
Same spoon, in the tea!
Spooning no longer feels comfy
*between you and me.

Lures, freshly baited, trawl each of the Seven seas, for fish aplenty.

Noun: Estimating something as worthless.

Example: "How much value you've put on my heart"

Swirling around me
they danced upon frosted tips
over shimmering shards of grass
stirred by the early morning breeze
A hundred sparkling amber eyes watching as
I walk amongst them, smiling, mesmerized by such beauty,
enchanted on the turn of a new Season, now the last butterflies have gone.
Filligrees of autumn, flashing golden in the low Winter sunlight,
dashing off across the field only to return to peek once more.
Delicately, they flutter up around and skyward,
And I watch
magically
transfixed
as faeries
descent down
again from up above

Count the diamonds, we've enjoyed,
as our colours spectrum through light; Glowing,
we diffuse into rainbows on silken sheets,
shared.

She turned up, at midnight, in a Fancy Dress... Oops!

Did you hear
the crumble,
and exhale,
when you
were
on
your knees
sifting through the pieces?
Through dust
and falling fragments,
I've separated,
the become,
from the inside.
The garbage stinks
and still, I don't breathe;
For fear; My tongue may taste
my own dirt, and metal,
imploding.
I doubt
you'll even touch...
how very real I feel,
whilst I'm slipping through
your fingers
slowly,
one
element
at a time;
Finally,
to
Earth.

Awake
mono no aware,
          so adored,
     rested upon
pure pillows,
          billowed,                          
blooming, and drifting,
on the dreams we evoked
in pink petalled words,
as t'skys silence
spoke.

Swallow blue,*
when dreams
aren't enough
to see you
through

Close your mouth,
it's rude to stare.
Don't lick your fingers!
I despair.
Use
wooden dippers,
if you're tasting honey.
No! Don't you smirk...THIS isn't funny!
AND
get your feet from
OFF...THAT...TABLE!

You'll get spanked hard.
(I'm more than able)

And suddenly...
the elusive please word heard

...un(miss)takable.

✪

Our senses are burning us, alive!

Flesh touches, tongues taste; We feel..

Oh, so much more, than just five.

*****

Feathers bristle, as we sit too close
on a single spindled branch, breaking.
Each trying to outsing
the dawn chorus.

Sand to glass.
Topaz and yellow blend, in fired isolation.          
   Can you see the beauty,or   only how much we are our island?

Floating... unseen in an ocean.                                                        
  ­                          Swimming... in the filth  of flotsum and jetsum, (which constantly surrounds us)
Sinking... into the detritus of lives staining this shoreline.            
Drifting... with each swelling high tide. Chosen by the moon.    
     Drowning... left bereft and barren by such far flung lows.              

                 Barefoot, I've walked amongst the driftwood you left laying; Collecting all
                        those pieces (bits you kept hidden), loves un-worshipped or love never given.

                                             -Kept safely now-                                            
in pockets of my salty flesh, being sweetly rewritten.

     Keep an eye to the sky, and an ear to the waves of you're known.

Perhaps, one day, you realise,
(when the stars shine bright within your sextant)

 - so I wait here,
                                                     by this water wide -                                                  
              with fingers and toes deep in our sand              
      
        Until the sirens' call reaches you again,
                                  and upon yonder watched crest you send a malia,                          
from a soon forgotten land of words.

Holding tight to long shards of green;
Loosened, the grassy cliff edge is too close.
Scarlet wings,
not quite mended

Recycling,
love long forgotten,
Others, unwanted, left behind;
Don't delve farther than 'sparkling'  
because I'm wearing nothing, but a smile.

In words,
Now, is inked.
Stained, imprinted.
Access All Areas, in minds eye
"Notions" implied,
I
To
You
!

°                  
She sings in the quiet,
(with a touch so forbidden)
yet, you're floating on the surface
of love's recognition
                                     ° 
She collects those treasured pieces,
(the bits you've kept hidden)
loves that you worshipped
or love never given
    °                                   
She embodies true desires
  (without inhibition)
garbing sweet deaths
with divine superstition
                                        
❀

**you
  left one
           there
                for me
                   to see
              our sweet
    temptation's
far too much
to bare, taken
now, in
sighs
Oh
so
    free

I
walk the
path of least
resistance unless
of course it's my
turn to lead
you*
!

♥        Bake your love into little jam **** Heart       s
                 then fill the daintiest bone china teacup             s
               from fresh pots of liquid wisdom tea         se
           Add some tweedle-dee lump     s
   maybe one, or, stir in two
  Jokers, for a special brew Now, would you like to pour, or, shall I?

Once, she gave her heart to a stranger,
swore it wouldn't change her.
Transfixed. Bound.
She never saw the train.

throe me
sapiditous
to the heavens
with your
suspense driven
mindfuck
thrillers
blue
bitter-sweet
twists
and
slow teased
bitten
kisses
arcing
me to
stardust

                           On      
                          the              
          flip side            
of dreams,            
         where              
distance    
                                is                        
     ­                                                  but                                        
                     ­      a sigh...

Eyes glint
your treat
behind sequined
mask of red
knowing smile
nothing said

Lightning flashes
in eyes of storm
brown turn
to hazel
when
taboo
art forms
Brushing
across blushing
dares a flightier dance
to the peacock chorus line
(...two in the hand?)
I'mpure, painted fancies
can fly blue to cyan
Watch them
flash now
as they
catch
     in the
        light
                s
                        l
   ­                           o
                           w
                     grace
            ful
             move
        ments
when
she   ­   
      dances            
alone
          .  
           behind
                  her
              fans
       of soft
feathers
  .          
        She                  
       dances              
alone

Glimpsed in red,
under   dappled    shade,
a tail   swishes. A tale    sways,
safely  in that emerald    glade,
    for you,     alone,     she plays.

Take the long route South, and linger...
where shaded valleys seek horizons.
Burrowing, amongst fragrant meadows,
as soft breezes rise.

Red,
the cheeks
match the breast,
to brighten Winter Solstice.