Contextual

whatever we are
its all about context

on the phone
we are a seduction
I long for your every word
we tempt
we tease

in the sanctuary of four walls
we are lovers
and I adore you
such grand passion
such tenderness

surrounded by our friends
we are good mates
earthy and gritty
and oh so urbane

and there are times
when I don’t like you
you make me think too much
provoking visceral responses
to your verbal challenges

but no matter where we are
public or private
there is something between us
something that connects us

its all just contextual

See Me

It still surprises
That you
Actually see me
Looking thru the blank face
Past my shuttered eyes
You see to my soul
You just know
When I’m thinking too deeply
Your gentle probing
A question asked
Tentative but direct
A gentle compulsion
And I give up for you
All of my secrets
All of my innermost thoughts
You actually see me
You actually hear me
And still love me anyway

before and again

there was a time
we inhabited the same space
breathed the same air
you never saw me though
I was invisible to you

all that you saw
were the footprints I left
as I passed your way

you never saw the writing on the wall
the pictures painted with words
the angst in my heart
the frustration in my head
the pain at the isolation
that knowledge brings

we knew each others story
we shared a pain
but never spoke about it
we walked the same path
a veil of ignorance between us
a veneer of civility

that veil is now in tatters
our truth laid bare
and who we are
is who we always were
and we know the past

there is more awareness this time
we each tred so delicately
fearful of loss

whether I am the millstone
hanging heavy on your neck
or the lodestone
that holds part of you captive
together, we are part of something
always

That Pause

It’s hard to reassure
when you cannot see my eyes
but that pause
means – I’m comfortable
with what has been said
it was no awkward silence
no void to be filled
with inane observations
it was a meaningful pause
indicating an accord
hush
respect the silence

Broken Angel

Before me stood an angel
With broken heart
And broken wings
Tormented by the silence
That isolation brings
Despondent in his circumstance
Bereft of even a smile
He stood sullenly before me
and tarried with me a while
my angel had not much to say
his demeanour told his tale
he’d fallen far from grace
his complexion so very pale
I couldnt mend his broken wings
and his heart was never mine
but I could offer companionship
and a place to while the time
his wings will mend soon
and he will stay no longer
And so he keeps watch over me
as each day he grows stronger
he came to my arms so broken
he will leave when he is whole
but for a time i loved an angel
and he now holds my soul

between us

the knife that hangs between us
is double edged and sharp
while trying to cut the other
it tears each of us apart
you plunge into me
all your desire and need
and i pour over you
the love and lust to feed
each time one of us thinks
we’ve gotten away clean
something pulls us back
to the way its always been
so you sit there stained anew
from the fresh marks i have made
and i sit here slightly broken
from the games we have played
and neither of us wants
what the other has to give
but we cannot seem to find
another way to live
between us hangs a knife
a razor sharp and deadly blade
double edged, love and hate
bloody from the wounds we have made

Streets of London

the streets of London
embraced me for a time
showing me her hidden delights
sharing her secret gardens
before setting me on my way
across the countryside
across the sea’s
I imagine you there
walking the streets I’ve walked
seeing the sights I’ve seen
drinking at the pubs I’ve visited
and I wonder
do the streets feel cold to you?
or does London welcome you
like a long lost friend?
if only I could
I would walk in your shadow
to see through your eyes
all the things long missed
and share with you
my London treasures
I wish I could share with you
the squirrel that made me laugh
til tears rolled down my cheeks
I wish I could take you
to the old church where my soul soared
as I touched the ancient doors
I wish I could walk with you
and share the warmth of the stones
where my heart cried home
amongst the bustling streets of London
what will you treasure?

what is left

In the dark
With no light
To see by
What is left
To melt your heart?

No longer
Twinkling eyes to tease
Luscious lips cannot be seen
Gestures disappear
And in the dark
All thats left
Is a voice
That tugs at the heart
And lower

A perfume
That lingers
As it envelopes

In the dark
I will find you
And claim you
For in the dark
You are mine

Sandman

Dust my dreams with pleasant thoughts
Comfort with your gentle hands
watch over me and keep me safe
as you seal my eyes with your sand
hold me captive in your thrall
as dreams drift me away
wrap me in your loving embrace
til night gives way to day

treading light

savouring the scent of eucalyptus and salt
on the calm evening breeze
indulging in natures aromatherapy
as I move about with ease
the sound of stones crunching underfoot
the trees moving as i pass
the birds calling ever so clearly
the flowing movement of the grass
the grit of sand beneath my toes
the water cool against my skin
the sky so crisp and calmly blue
my hair moving in the wind
i’m not leaving any footprints
not marking which way i go
i’m treading ever lightly
only marking my heart and soul