when the light became as soft as your skin, your eyes shone with the newly-born stars
i looked there, and told you of the joy
dripping salty skins were warmed by touch and cooled by blowing tease and ocean breeze
i kissed there, and drank your gentle sigh
our heart bells chimed a song in effortless silence, where comfort awaits a new day;
i love her, i love her, i knew and i love her
welcome back mister summer day, and madam sea
thank you for my ouch’ed feet and careful abandon
thank you for the salt-in-my-hair and goodness
thank you for the squeak in the sand and my ears
thank you for everything, and being everything
i had hoped for
there are streets where dancing is the normal way to walk, and hello’s are the lyrics of love songs. i am barefoot on a summer scorcher with numb so(u)les. my insides writhe in wait of a first night, and another perfect day. come with me.
b r e a t h e . n o w .
o r . f o r e v e r . h o l d .
y o u r . p e a c e . s o . h e l p .
m e . d a n c e . t o . b e a t s .
o f . b u t t e r f l y . f l i p s .
a n d . d r e a m s . o f .
m a g i c . t i m e s .
forget about roses on a fourteenth day, all i need is a sunrise
over the water with you laying on me laying on the grass
with a smile and the warmth of your skin on my skin
and the knowing that everything is perfect
i’ve never known before such rich distraction,
simply one of hope and faith and trust and love and now
i have a need, that grace’s time will teach me
how to learn and cope and deal with, a need
i ache for more of
there are mountains, and there are precipice dreams across i fly
i fly, and feel me,
hold on tight my lover,
these wings are lined with glimmering prize,
something lifting, higher, we
i can’t imagine being totally happy without you in my life, and now i’m counting
the days to an infinite place where there are no endings,
just steps in a common direction towards
what is fate and right
touch, miss, long,
dream, stay, kiss,
hope, warm, want,
chance, wait, try,
heal, laugh, tick-all-the-boxes
i caught a thousand of your smiles,
and they made me, then kept me
, all of the above
i met and fancied a girl whose eyes matched the flowers on her dress. they were beautiful. she made me cry and laugh, and i kissed her in our night that turned into a sun’s rising. on some perfect splendour that i’ve never planned, there were four moments that i’ll never forget.
a connected look of desire.
holding hands in the quiet stars.
a crack of thunder when our lips met.
running from the rain, to the jacaranda tree.
i have small regrets except this need to say, that
radio reverberates my solemnity, summer’s
swollen drag ages the air, and i drown
my throat in bitter ciders. cicada’s song plays
a long-ago lost time’s tune. these day’s
symphonys were sweeter then, when i
only had, (and only had to remember),
i’ve infiltrated, quite by accident, the house of culpritous deeds.
my influence there is the (nudgenudgewinkwink) bad&good kind.
what’s there is amazing, and it’s quite amazing,
how it is that amazing happens.
i can’t explain it better, but if you were me
and me were you, we’d both know
because the better’ness just is.
by my own hands, i’m finding the missing
(one two three four five)
trusty gold nuggets.
to be continued.