This morning, I see you in the cannonball tree
Come crash into me, I think
Through the rustling of falling leaves, your voice calls

You are hiding within the pale red fringe-flowers over there, I am certain
I search for any relic of your scent amongst them
My senses ache to be engulfed in your love

Two blackbirds sing to each other from across the trees
I should call, I think
Maybe if your voice could touch my ears, everything would be alright
Under the drizzle of an August day, I fall in love with you again

But I can still see you crying that day in March
My sweet boy…
Maybe you belong beneath the fallen leaves

Your hair twists around a chopstick
As you tell me you don’t need them to eat
I would do anything to see your curls turn grey
One strand at a time

Hold you when you cry
Heal you when you’re hurt
Brush your hair,
rub your feet,
breakfast in bed
Cook for you
Read to you
walk with you
protect you always
stay with you
Without recompense
Without a grandiose facade

I walk up the stairs to your house
My heart in anticipation
I jump into your arms
It is special each time

Some nights, I search for you under the covers
You are tucked away safely in my dreams,
Scaling mountains made of eucalyptus bark
Swimming in shallow plunge pools with breath taking views
And kissing in a queen sized bed

What makes one worthy of devotion?

You loved me as much as the moon loves the earth
Handwritten notes stained with kisses and tears
Stealing paper hearts and secret touches
Sacrifices and thoughtful gestures
The best strain of love

But my name can never accompany yours on a piece of paper
Is devotion given or is it earned?
Let me know how devotion feels

My palms glide down your spine
Smooth skin meets sandpaper
As your back tapers into your ***
Sensual or ****** or sanative
It makes no difference to me

Every inch slipping downwards,
The primal urge to please
To elicit a passionate sigh
Sensual or ****** or sanative
It makes no difference to me

You walk five steps ahead and take a right
Never closer without a sign
As though we didn’t say I love you and I love you
Over the phone
Last night

Your eyes carelessly scan my body and find
Nothing worth more than a keek
As though you didn’t set your sights
On my submissive figure
Last week

You treat me like a child when we dine
I feel small and without power
As though I didn’t call you Daddy
When we were alone
Last hour

You take a picture of me and my date
Pretending
As though you had never felt the softness
Inside me
I am yours and you are mine

Something as innocent as knitting
Reminds me of us
Two needles and One strand of yarn
Creates thousands of stitches
Unbroken and uncut

The V's and the U's of the fabric
Repeating rhythmically
A needle enters a loop a thousand times
Repeating rhythmically

Sometimes the hand falters
And needs more guidance
The needle slides in a thousand more times
And continues the V's and the U's
Unbroken and uncut

I can write you a letter
You can read it before you sleep
I can knit you a toy
Only one which you can keep
My gifts to you
The only trace of me in your world

A strand of my auburn hair touches
Your floor
Your face
Your bed
Your beard
My gifts to you
The only trace of me in your world