If I had to wait another year
to know your love
I could wait a hundred more
to know it like no other.
If I had to wait another month
to feel your body
I could wait a thousand more
to memorize every touch.
If I had to wait another day
to hold your hand
I could wait a million more
to hold so tight as to never let go.
If I had to wait another second
to live my life without you
I could not endure a single more
of my heartbeats,
fluttering,
beating,
out of synch with yours.
I threw it out
more came back.
I covered it up
it became unearthed.
I threw it overboard
it swam to shore.
I abandoned it
more found its way home.
I chucked it to the wind
the wind blew it my way.
I dumped it by the road
it was back at my side.
I discarded it
it returned to the fold.
Give away what you desire/ get more back in return/
cause another to have/ what you don’t have/
and learn how it was always in your hands
it has taken some time
to untangle my limbs from yours
held onto your hand for longer than I should.
Aches, grip clinging to hold us together.
it has taken some getting used to
not hearing the sound of your voice
warm and pressed into my ear.
Burns, words believed but untrue.
I’ve had to untie myself from the thoughts
that bind me to you
to sever the link that kept you close.
Hurts, connection that no longer serves.
only in the moonlight
can you see her form
her subtle shapes, contours
soft, rolling edges
only slightly torn
you may catch a glimpse
of her chilling beauty
only in the light of night
obscure, expansive and enticing
forcing to follow, pursue and bite
out of a dark so deep
your eyes must adjust to see
a dark luminosity
that is complex and less naïve
an aesthetic so bold
so inviting
it reaches a depth unknown
teeming with words, music and art
an expression desperate to be shown
in the darkness
lies a strange kind of beauty
beckoning to be seen
open your mind
to the magic that lifts the soul, heals the heart
transforming the dark night into a dream
Out on the lash Just before the next edge There is a space Having not quite left And just about to enter There is a room Outside, there is a great light Inside, a soft kind of dark And in between the two A deep shade of grey Known only in this place Balanced in between this threshold Of being not quite in And not all the way out Allows for a peripheral view And a chance to be still To take stock of where you are In order to decide Who you will be Limited only in space Liminal spaces Offer endless possibilities
