THE SMELL OF PURPLE

She says she can
smell yellow.

She says she can
smell blue.

Despite not being able to
spell either colour.

'Yellow smells
the same as blue.'

'...like a wet kitty
drying by the fire.'

'Red smells like
Mummy when she kisses.'

'Her kisses smell different
when she kisses you...

...then she smells like flames
with little orange tips! '

'Purple
is my favourite smell...

...it smells just like
a magic spell! '

I kiss her goodnight
like lilac(only lighter)

with little flecks of purple
scattered here & there.

I'll hold faithfully to silence

words -they don't solace confer-

the heart feels its mysterious radiance

the truth of life it will richly discover

The language I learned from you
was the wordless speech
that tongue teaches tongue
that eye flicks to eye
that skin lets through

A man in a field walks through a storm.
Snowflakes on his eyelashes blur his vision.
A man in a study believes in snow,
believes in the truth of snow.

A man leaves traces as he walks.
His tracks ornament the field’s blank.
He meanders, doubles back, evading,
leaves imprints that the snow erases.
A man walks. The snow falls.  

In a study, a man devotes himself to snow.
He reads from the book of snow.
He composes wintry axioms.
“Snow:  Atmospheric water vapor frozen into ice crystals
that drop on a walking man’s eyelashes
or lie blank in an unwritten field.

“Snow is a conflict,
a confusion, a yearning.
Letters are desire.
Margins are melancholy.”

The storm disappears.
A man squints at blurred words,
Resumes writing,
Shaking snow from the page.

I love you,
With all my heart,I swear this is true,
My love for you is as deep as the ocean’s blue,
I know, I know,
I said it to it to him too,
But that was last week and what I feel now is real,
You are it, I swear you are the real deal,

This is my truth,
I no longer lie like I did in my youth,
My love for you is pure,
It is as deep as the ocean’s blue,
I may not remember your name,
But I never forget a face,
And you have given my heart some sort of race,

Oh, here is my heart,
Bring it back when its hurt
I swear you are my last,
And this is not lust,
You are my forever and ever,
My happily ever never,


I mean it,
You and I will last,
I know, I know,
I said it to him too,
But that was last week, I swear what I feel is real!

His pain faded as he wrote
Filled each page with feelings
Coped with emotions passed moments
Always working missing out
Trying to enjoy life find true love
Live to the fullest take joy in the one
Called selfish for being selective
Always selfless putting others first
Took a time out always all in
They'd never approve he didn't bother
Living a private life others prying
An open book others had no interest
Walked away there was no going back
Didn't ask because they'd ruin his day
Spreading their misery they aren't happy