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On The Tip Of Your Tongue
The tip
of your tongue
is hidden sweetness
in dark places
Leaping Salmon
I will not dream another's sweet musings
when the truth is only partly known
the fruit is so sweet but of another knowledge
My Hand On Your Bare Thigh
My hand on your bare thigh
against the hard stone wall
hot sand slides under the sole of your feet
Become My Thirst
This longing
is as fine as porcelain
irridescent in the morning light.
Colouring Existence
Sitting here, feeling the rain slide down my hair
Lunch apples lumped in my hand
Two pints of milk clinging to my clawed fingers
Now sheltering in the office fridge until coffee time
The Walk To Dunstanburgh
On the shore with you
rivulets lap the sand
bestir times before.
Birds wheel
Every Day
I know you are there
every day
reading these lines
and I love you for that
sweet emerald jewel
hover next to my love's ear
and slide your probiscus down to her recesses
not to take her honey
Irish Night In Sicily
Roll me over in the warmth of your tongue
weaving lives together in shimmering light
Grounded in hard rock
Visioning to infinity
Let Them Be In Awe
Strap my back my arms and bind me
block my ears and blind me
but you will not touch the space inside
with your fearful hands

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