it must have landed with a thud
but no-one could have heard
it lay there then
below the grass
beneath the leafy oaks
butterflies, flit white like flies
across the fearless summer sky

the rock lay still
like every other rock
when held against the earth

once silver trail
so short delight
slit silent dust
across the infinite black night

here i am
under all my bright house lights
still hanging out
with the good dreamers

I'm standing still
balancing on one leg
watching the horizon
making tiny movements
corrections, perhaps
against the rushing
stream of gravity
that pulls me down
towards the ocean
where the rocks
clamour with blue sky
spraying salty kisses
as I fall into oblivion

Is it safe
To turn on the light?
Hesitantly,
We nod.
The first light we try
Seems very dim.
We try another.
Suddenly,
Our blinking faces
Are lit up;
We see each other
Smiling
And the darkness
Has gone.
We've reconnected (with each other).

wide awake and gently haunted
lying piecemeal on a bed
sifting through a time the spirits
said all I ever wanted said

tiptoe in the starlit darkness
scattered petals, dying leaves
drifting through the deadest dreams
in the precious company of thieves

spores that settle on my lashes
seeds that turn my pupils black
second sight is stolen knowledge
all that's gave is given back

You once said all you
Ever wanted was
An island and a dog.
Just like
Robinson Crusoe,
I quipped.
Now we have
A new kitchen,
New cupboards,
Some new furniture
And a kitchen island.
It glistens in the sunlight.
Soon we'll find a dog.
But we both know that
Loneliness
Doesn't care.
It'll still be watching,
With two sad puppy eyes.

When darkness settles in my room
And shadows twist beneath the black,
That's when I know my succubus
Will soon be perched upon my lap.

Her fingertips are cold like death,
Her scaly arms are knotted wreaths.
She taps impatiently upon my chest,
My heart pumps faster just beneath.

She entices and repulses,
As I'm frozen in brief joy;
And only when I'm fully spent,
She turns to look me in the eye.

Her empty stare, two icy caves;
A distant pain I cannot fathom.
I want to hold her in my arms -
For is she nothing but a phantom?

Perhaps she's just a metaphor,
Of secret wicked lust?
All creatures of repressed desire,
Find a darkness they can trust.