There’s a new bird in the garden
A call I haven’t heard before.
I dream of beavers, incongruous and out of place.
Dam-building swimmers with no tails.

In a field nearby crows shout their business
I saw the planting there yesterday
A strong woman soring up the earth against the seedlings.

I spend too much on small-***** organic chickens.
Forage mushrooms righteously
Whilst wondering if they’ll make us sick.
I try to get it right
Over and over again

Yesterday I sat

between the arms of

my loving mother,

the tree ! O tree !

Fail to realise I sat

unaltered untarnished

And do you know

What I saw!

The sun was trying to

lug the waters of the tarn

amidst which

was I and you together.

You dont get to pick and choose
Forcing someone or something to be a muse
Like nature it grows organically
From your heart and mind's insanity
Picking up letters and phrases
Hands typing quick across the pages
The rhymes don't even matter
Thoughts always seem to scatter
Never satisfied with the image you wrote
But it's better than words stuck in your throat

Smiling softly at you,
Because you make me happy,
Laughing with you in the limber afternoon,
My deep dimples,
Enough to make you tumble and tumble again,
You grab my hand, grazing my ring,
And lead me through the flowers,
Our touch as meshed as cotton in my hair,
You’re whistling through the weeds,
A thousand thorns,
Spill off my shoulder,
Scoop the ground,
We walk and dandelions surround us
Naturally

i yearn to know
                  what you are
             thinking.

      i can sense some of you
but
      it isn’t enough anymore


i like the way your knuckles
         and
               palms
expand
           and
                 contract
                 when you speak

                                             the way your
                               eyes grow when
                    you ask me
         something

the way you run your fingers
through your hair
before you tell a story

                        i want to know more of you...

yet
             i can’t help but wonder
how close should i allow myself?

                                        something about you
                      pulls me in

you are
  the moon
i am
     the ocean

a force,
       undeniable        
                powerful
                         magnetic
                                 hypnotic

my body and mind have
collapsed
        into you


                        and i need
   your authentic, organic, uninhibited
                         thoughts

the unknown entices me
                   and
         simultaneously
                              freezes me in my tracks.

hypnotic euphonious voice
summons
pulling me
deep crevice
inner darkness
unfolded
somewhere between
black hole
light folding out
absolute nothing
equals
something
take away
energy plus light
glue between
organic biological treasure
contained
skin cell facade
glowing from the inside out

just you

love that light