Island Boy

He was lost
An island within an island

She threw a rope
A starry tow line in wet and molten tar
In the dark, in the shadows
Choked by his scent and fiery heat
Travelled far

He could not find his time and place
But only when he saw her face
Smelt her hair, was touched by her grace

Life it swelled, it raged, it soared
Yet all she saw was a closed door
Trapped on his island, surrounded
Having less but craving more

The tow line it twisted, it burnt,it pained
She cast it out but not yet cut
She held tight, she held firm, she bled
And only let go when she heard him say
But...

A sliver of gold can can make a heart turn to rust
A soul into dust

It can stop another dead in their tracks
Frozen in its cracks

Such a small thing she turned in her hand
A life in a band

Hot furious water, wild dangerous seas
Golden wheat fields, lazy bees

Dazed, tired, lost and yet found
Free at last yet utterly bound

Gin blossoms on hot tears
Dew damp feet and ringing ears
Moonlight scattered all around
Frogs leaping on silver ground
Feathery wild haired dill alert
Soft sage, mint and thyme in the dirt
Sparkling hidden webs catch and tie
Mice scatter, breathe, stop then lie
She wanders, stumbles, stops, looks up
And thinks of her hidden sun in the jewel sky

Butterflies...across my face
Is what you said my words were to you

Wings of brown drifting
across two pools of ice blue

Slender fingers laced with red
Outstretched across the bed

And yet there was a pause
a sudden close of doors

Keys clattered and locks shut
A yes, a no,a sighed but...

Hawthorn high and bluebells droop
The morning star, the endless loop

My mouth formed the shape
and you fell out soft vowel
Mine a consonant, low like an owl

Flash of blue, rapeseed gold
A white lace flower
A secret to hold.

Using my fairest hand
I wrote your name on a scrap of paper,
And slipped it into my wallet
So it would be next to my heart
All day.

So that I could carry you with me
To venerate
Like the bones of a blessed saint
In a casket.

I opened up my box of relics
A testament to loves
Unloved
To hearts broken
To lives unravelled.

An acorn that did not grow into an oak.
A fossil from some petrified forest.
Mocking my broken heart
With it's unthinkable age.

The note, scribbled,
The perfumed scarf.
The poem.
The coaster.
Things.

To remind me
As if I could ever
Forget.

Anchor


My Love is an anchor

I am a ship unsteady
Yawling and pitching in a sea of uncertainty

But I have a secret anchor
Deep within my hold
Deep within me

He is my anchor
He is my my point of blue
My secret

He locks hard
He locks true
He is forever my point of blue..

The only face
I want

The only face
to see

The only face
to kiss

The only face
to keep

The only face
to Love

The only face
is his in golden sleep.

Love is silent
It needs no words

It is hot breath
Nothing more, nothing less

On my neck

Molten Mercury swallowed whole
Love is a crucible turning all things gold

Sunlight dancing on your dark still waters
Love needs no words only drawing in quarters

Perfectly one now, perfectly  blended ,
But what is left when love is ended?

They say that there is one
I at the heart of a storm.
This is not true.
There are two.

Butterfly blue and Phoenix ash grey,
The other molten wood full of firefly flicker.
Looking in, Looking out.

Moonlight cord taut between two like a bowline straining
in the tide.
The only glint in the earthly waves crashing, two points the only
anchor.

I fell off a bridge.

I saw him standing bright and shining.
So  I strode out in his light,
basked in it sure footed burning within
a thousand sons of love,
burnished without by it until bronzed.

The light it blinded me, bound my lips
with love.
I did not look where I was going for I was crazed clumsy by Cupid.

Flying is freedom, falling is not.
Acclerating as Newton's chains pull, falling is lonely,
falling is fast.

The water broke my heart open,
cleansed it cold,
took out the Fool's gold and
covered me in nebulas of dark night.

My eyes were full of cold sharp waterfalls
that made me see sharp and true, inky blue.
My mouth now a lily pad sitting silent waiting for frogs.

But I am Light now. I float. I swim.