Eyes closed – heart open your parted lips urge me to be silent the soft groaning taste of honey spoken poems is more-ish insatiable in my salted mouth They demand their aching melodies be sung Inside the gravity of our departure gate waiting within the last possible leaving embrace – I felt us finally arrive together then fly away (gracious) in separate directions (fleshless – weightless) denied each other for seemless months yet at your migratory seabird’s landing we did not kiss for more than half a day of too-shy-of-touching gentle doubt My in-flight tears soaked up by the hem of this cotton dress Stock taken in the little time together – face to face you dived in to share my solitude : your presence, your smile nanosecond swift drove all the demons away Thank you… Read the rest

This love began as a star-gazed wish on a soft white sand beach in the middle of the pacific It slowly cracked itself open from a tiny turtle hatchling buried egg. It swam vast migratory distances across the strongest ocean currents and through the most insecure of seas over months and un-numbered days.… Read the rest

Matariki full moon’s Liquid. Falls through an open window Floodlighting a date palm on my bathroom floor Honest moon: She takes no credit for the reflected glory of her liege – the Sun Mistress moon: always hides her dark side Yet, this night, no-one argues with her bright open faced certainly Be careful who you accuse of wrong-doing She is but the mirror to your questions Your longing.… Read the rest

Taken in small doses Homeopathic, man-sized bits You circled and teetered around my edges Like a sparrow scavenging for crumbs of attention Imaginary applause for surviving please Finally kicking off uncomfortable heels after years of pinched suffering… Read the rest

Black throat Paper dry anticipation Dark magnetic thoughts keep sleep at arms length A big Samoan security guard stands between me and my subconscious hand firmly pressed against sternum as I strain against my better interests these waking teeth sink into twice mauled flesh dog with a bone – lock jawed gnawing with a low growl sitting large, and heavy, in the right-hand corner of the bedclothes There’ll be regrets tomorrow, for the trouble I’ve made There always are on Saturdays.… Read the rest