A touch of butter
warm and melted
on my mouth
reminds me of a smile
...
Dreams drift
in random ambiguity
not naming names
or pointing fingers,
...
Tonight they painted sunset
with a lavish hand
splashing red across the blue
to make a lavender so deep
...
words stumble on the threshold
so close, so close to air
so close to being spoken,
so close to taking shapes
...
can you feel me still
floating on the edges
of your dreams?
A pulse added
...
I sit alone
your hand takes mine
your arms slide gently
curved about my aching shoulder
...
I throw words at the world
paint balls for random spatter
random sweeps of colour
drowning out the darker moments
...
I love you
three wisps of breath that
make pulses leap at wrist,
at throat, make hearts stutter
...
not happy in this moment
pressure in the eyes
presages tears
but not the kind
...