I live, I breathe
cold light playing
on my skin
morning with an entourage
...
Each moment of
not knowing you
teaches the death of hope,
beginning of acceptance.
...
Watch the sinews of the hand
that shapes the word.
that wields the pen so lightly
writing down the margins
...
Light staggers in
between the clouds
that garland sky
in pink-shot grey
...
what music, what rich flavours
turn something into soul?
What is a soul?
The spark prometheus bore,
...
it's only time they say
but time takes so long
to happen
time was
...
Keeping morning under wraps
is gentle on the eyes,
a time for introspection,
moments spent together
...
I prefer to cook
for two, to share
the sweet aromas,
the sizzle, the hiss,
...
there is a moment
when all is still
when minds can meld
can meet
...
I lay against your skin
all stretched and sweating
heart pumping, chest heaving
in a search for air, flesh aquiver
...