Longing
I want to see you
standing in the doorway
the sun lost in your hair
and hear you speak to me softly
with your eyes
to feel the warmth of …
I want to see you
standing in the doorway
the sun lost in your hair
and hear you speak to me softly
with your eyes
to feel the warmth of …
The shifting shadows in your eyes, the watchful whispers in my touch
The silent swell of your cheekbone, the clamouring creases of my palm
The nervous hollow of your throat, …
She was younger, much younger, but felt a lot older – in the way she spoke, in her silences. We met for coffee, late one night. She ordered tea. We …
When I meet you now
it feels like dried flowers
pressed between the pages of my past.
Jasmine buds with all the life
sucked out of them,
their fragrance long …
You play me with your words.
With murky sentiments and darker intentions
you purr seductively
in that husky, unreal voice of yours
and I feel your breath on my neck…
as we lie together
minds and bodies entwined
in perfect, formless symmetry
boundaries diffuse all around
gently
like the smell of the flowers
in your hair
and I wonder if …