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June 26, 2013 - A poem about Love, Lyrics

Glinting Youth

We saw the moon on the river
Stealing light down to the sand
The evening was a sliver
Of the things we understand.
We ran down to the riverside
As the dusky skies we thanked
We were young & open eyed
When the water glowed that night
Under stars like satellites
With hearts in orbit too
Raking moon as beacon bright
We said; let’s stay this way,
Leave the foolish to their fate tonight
Let’s move in swoon and shiver
Let’s look towards the river
Feel the water lap our heels
Stay in love with love, forever
Ankle deep but ocean wide,
Paddling in the eventide.
So many things to try.
So many ways,
we might.


February 11, 2011 - A poem about Love

Early Valentine

are mine
as we
you know
the signs
as you
stay mine
as we
as we
oh love
of mine
as we


March 16, 2010 - A poem about Love


Oh you,
are the dance
I never learn
the chance
I always yearn.
You are, the grace
I never earn,
the trance
to which I turn,
and now, a starry, glowing urn
and I am flame within,
awaiting your


March 5, 2010 - A poem about Saying hello, Love

The one I see

It’s hard to introduce myself,
start a conversation about simple things,
learn the ways we can join hearts,
touch minds, swap smiles, be warm with each other.
All I want, is to roam those miles of your eyes,
be a good soul finding grace in your gaze,
reel in the sparks dancing between glances,
fall into the gravity of who we might be.
But how, how will you even notice me?
Mouthing these, these tiny, silly words
too soon, too much, too late, no doubt -
and blood is rushing my intentions,
the world is spinning, twisting, whirling
and everything is blurring
into one.

You are that one.


February 8, 2010 - A poem about Love


A single thought is not enough,
but thoughts together multiply.
I’m sorry that we forget this sometimes.
Love, is deeper than longing.


February 5, 2009 - A poem about Love


like balistrades
to smash the barricades
bottle open lips
swaying like a parade.
on will and want hips
she strides
with her pendulum eyes
wide as miles
high as
cinders in the fire
throwing kisses
down the wire,
and I for one,
will never


December 18, 2008 - A poem about Love

Senses wait

I am the sigh

only lovers hear


I am layers

stretched between indigo


I am scent

on powder wind


I am questions

longing, waiting -




June 4, 2007 - A poem about Love

Only now I feel.

only feel love
when we hate
the hateful things
we feel love
when we forget
forgetful things
we love,
when we know
the helpless


February 14, 2007 - A poem about Love, Words

It’s just a word.

It’s just a word,
that’s all it is.
Not so very different
to the others.
In fact, there are
171,476 choices
we could also
Just another word
amongst the multitude,
that’s all it is -
just a word
and we’re struggling now
holding tweezers
over dirt.
It’s just a
It’s just a word.
It’s just a stupid


October 27, 2005 - A poem about Love


It was
always you.
Blue quartz seamed,
and running through
this solid stone of I.
And so behest was knock’d fate
with moon-tugged nights
and stullied appetite for winds
that never blew.
on the greystone shore,
laid down the sighing churn -
locked me in with eon’s hold
of elemental bores.
And so I yearned,
and so I yielded.
And so I found.
And then I knew.
It was always,


October 11, 2005 - A poem about Love, Family

Succour Punch.

you were born
I didn’t cry.
I was struck dumb -
could not describe
the feelings felt
for you.
like electricity
running through
my restless back
and flooding in
my empty head,
my vacuum heart.
switching on
deep inside
and bewitching
with delight,
and sparks
of life -
my soul.
But not,
like raptured
passion’s flame
or glowing ember’s
warm embrace,
nor kinship
of years
or kindly smiles
from journeys
this feeling …
It was Instant.
It was Persistent.
It was Beautiful.
And I’ll never forget,
and I cannot escape,
and still cannot describe
beyond mere love
and loving


September 24, 2005 - A poem about Love


‘You are beautiful’ he wrote.
Scribbled on a thousand notes.
Trailing morning route -
stuck on posts
and windows too.

‘You are beautiful’ she read,
and saw this thing he said.
Running to her head -
like crushskin bread
and tiny clues.

‘How beautiful’ she thought.
A lover’s kind report?
Or was this last resort?
Either way,
Quite obviously NOT
her sort.


July 22, 2005 - A poem about Love, Age

Sway of Older Love.

It started,
with a cursor kiss
and keyboard strokes
before they clicked.
Then whispered nights
became the safety net
that fixed the breath
of teasing swoon
and furtive sighs.
But these,
weren’t young fools
or sweat-soaked youth.
No, these souls
had learned the dance before -
a thousand times in fact
it should be known.
And every step
was shared.
So they danced.
They really danced.
Not just in notion, nor theory -
but like fiery molecules,
rolling in energetic flux
like downhill streams
rushing to sea,
in synchronicity.
Treading dreams
of flowered sway and
waltzes in the shadows
behind St. Wenseslav’s horse
they whirled and flitted -
not wondering where hours
roam or care to go.
And that was that.
And they both knew -
the moment when
the dancefloor


July 19, 2005 - A poem about Love, Friendship, Lyrics

For Two.

This one’s for the two of you
as you rise like stars above,
like prayered hands that clasp
the twin souled magnet night.

This one’s for the two of you,
in kissing wind and shared air,
like gulping silver fish that rush
to capture all, to be the ones.

This one’s for the two of you
who think these thoughts you share
and gaze in pools of eyes and soul,
so fall in love (again) with wonder found.


June 28, 2005 - A poem about Love

The Lovers.

I saw them.
Kissing in the breeze,
Like bulrush reeds knocked
In fervent love’s wind.
The careful stoop of him
The rise of her, leaning, bowing, bending -
Brushing the air with abandonment.
In tender togetherness, moving
Like twisting stems,
Climbing to meet the sun
Circling each other at dawn.
Strange, I thought
To see them there, together.
To see such delightful intimacy.
And then, I realised.
These were only


June 21, 2005 - A poem about Love


Only morning brings them to me
Glinting like iced stones in the half light
Tangle-tongued and smiling - I cannot describe
These subtle beacons, like backward glow-worm tails
Like blue stained chorused chimes that resonate
The very core and into me - searchlight mined
And such mornings bring them to me
The only time I ever really see
Your nearly azure


June 6, 2005 - A poem about Love, Lust, Lyrics


She smiled, like a cello on its side,
and I bowed my finger cross the wires.
A nervous student, without notes,
without manuscript or lines -
I felt brutish and naive.
But then she sighed,
and all symphonies


May 27, 2005 - A poem about Love, Senses


Let me think …
Is it almonds, butterscotch?
or chocolate coated marzipan?
It could be caramel even,
but it’s duskier than that.
Powdery, like sun dried sheets
or bathwater patchouli.
And then there’s citrus too,
(but not too perky)
like mulled wine
or lemon grove dew
in the morning.

All are scent of you.


May 23, 2005 - A poem about Love, Cosmicity

You are Wind.

You are the soft wind that circles
In orbit around my earthly heart
The ceaseless breeze that kisses
But never slows in its domain
Over me, in reign of bounded soul
Over helpless capstone sleeves
My close-eyed hope that waits
For arc and sweep and tilt to I
And change in your trajectory.


April 28, 2005 - A poem about Love, Cosmicity

Freshest Air.

If I breathe, I breathe for thee
And every gasp of me doth resonate
With joyful air from ground to grove,
To mackerel sky above and back to me.
I breathe, I breathe for thee -
And atoms that we share agree.


April 24, 2005 - A poem about Love


There are things
I should be doing,
away from thoughts
of you, with your breath
as sweet as honeydew.
You are everywhere
and everything.
Lost in you, I am
abandoned in your hold -
blind and blurred by the
flood and flow
of you that makes me
forget these things
I should be doing
yet still remain


- A poem about Love, Words


We kiss like Chinese fish
Like loaded inkbrush strokes -
Circling grain and ancient turn
(The kind you see in father’s books).

Like loaded inkbrush strokes -
We are dipped and saturated
Playful, but disciplined in arc and flow
Swept below the dark-watered lilies of night.

We are dipped and saturated
Circling grain and ancient turn
Swept below the dark-watered lillies of night,
We kiss like Chinese fish.


April 20, 2005 - A poem about Love


We dare not speak sometimes,
like children scared of grown-up things.
No wish to show our vulnerability,
we stare in silence, into the night
like harboured wives hoping for light
on tearing ream of darkened sea.

We share a strange, quiet, airless grace -
like canyon sealed butterflies, flitting.
From side to side - from mind to mind,
never risking wings in rockface flight.

And we dare not speak sometimes.
Like kidnapped souls afraid to call
for muted hold of hidden keys,
for locks that bind the unsaid things.

Speak up and hear
the untold thoughts
of you and me.


April 9, 2005 - A poem about Love


It’s a Saturday night
and we should be in love
but you and me
are in different rooms
and you read magazines,
whilst I read catalogues.
After all these years,
that’s not too bad -
but it feels like a void
that can’t be crossed -
a conversation we must have
about conversations
we need, to have.

How should we start?


April 6, 2005 - A poem about Love


It’s not
about love.
Or sexuality.
It’s about the way we fit.
Like the turn of stream that clings to mountainside
or heirloom keys in Grandma’s hand
Like pillow dip for tired eyes
or children’s palms at Christmas time.
It’s not wanting.
Or desire.
More like embers in the glee of coal
and clustered stars that sing for soul.
It’s the last piece in the jigsaw
It’s the shipping news at night
It’s the words I wish I’d said.
We just seem to


March 30, 2005 - A poem about Love, Lyrics

Blue Horses.

He sends her blue horses
On the reins of a smile
His love for her riding
On the backs of the miles
He sends her blue horses
They run from heart to soul
Across the great divide
Branding union of whole
Where stallions race
To sacred lover’s place
And heartbeats rise in mist
And horizon kisses sky.
He sends her blue horses -
But only she knows why.


March 18, 2005 - A poem about Love, Family, Lyrics

I Can’t .

I can’t
decide if you are mine
or happenstance that falls
like bonfired leaves
on unsuspecting
souls like me.
I can’t
This grand design,
this torch you hold
that shines and warms
my heart, like …
wintered fairground rides
in turning sun, awake
and overjoyed
to be alive.
I can’t
ignore your
beacon reach
that tugs my soul -
swaying colour greyed,
from numb of age
to weight of days.
I can’t
exist without
the growth and flow
of you, of all you are,
and may become.
I simply can’t
deny this love I feel.
I can’t, I can’t,
I can’t.


March 10, 2005 - A poem about Love, Situations

Selfish Heart.

I’d prefer to be seated
when you give me the news.
Is that O.K? I know it’s coming,
I’ve seen the signs you see -
the struggled smiles,
the cutting sighs,
the hunch of compromise.
Just so you know,
it wasn’t that I didn’t
care or try, it was more a case
of feeling paralysed.
I knew full well of my neglect -
the wonderful you I did forget
whilst focussed on the wanderful me.
Oh how vain, to think alone like that
not to reckon on a more co-operative life.
To rush ahead ignoring my second heart -
it sang, then spoke, then whispered
but now is quietened by dulled regret.
And yes, this is all my fault and I know,
it’s time to come to terms with you,
who thinks of ending things,
whilst I prefer to sit.


March 6, 2005 - A poem about Love

Wear Me Out.

Stitch me,
like a badge -
line me up like a label
on your sleeve.

Carry me like
mother’s day flowers,
arranged and parading life
and love for all to see.

Let me, cling like dust
to the weave and fold of you,
raised against your thread and hold.
Upon the arms of we.


March 1, 2005 - A poem about Love


Just for a moment,
we were young again.
Back below the teenage sheets,
drinking wine from cracked cups,
overflowed with confidence
in awe, of our togetherness.

Just for a moment …
we were unbeatable -
forgetting hours and duty
beholden of ordinary folk.
Intoxicated, like circling moths
chasing torchlight in the dark.

Just for a moment,
we were cradled and held
like old spoons in a drawer,
rattled silvered skins, but bold -
just wanting to stay together,
in love forever where we lay.

And then, we slept.


February 23, 2005 - A poem about Love, Family

New Born.

Our joy awoke
and drank
the world in one.
Shared the air
with lungs like
unfurling wings,
sending heartbeat
cries around
the world.
Nestled and rolled,
curling like paper
by caring souls.
But strong,
like a wild foal
already tall
in utterance
of love.

(For Jared Daniel).


February 4, 2005 - A poem about Love


I crave soft-armed
cradle of you, holding
us dispersed on froth
of season’s roll.
You know so well
how to raise our
stopdrift souls,
lift eyes above
the cold horizon.
Like a puppeteer
placing strings -
upon his things,
with twist of wire
and raise of armiture.
Us; the shorebound
scarred and dry.
Tattered fabric
jellyfish marooned
at the bottom
of a box festooned
and waiting,
for a show
of tide.


December 21, 2004 - A poem about Love, Technology

Don’t Resist.

I must admit
to an obsession.
24 feels like 72 without you.
You are illuminated gold
for unkempt souls like I.

I’m here, every night.
Hunched like a fortress archer
stooping down to spy
on the blinking hearts
that stumble by.

You are skeleton wish-skin,
like crisp white parchment
blown through the stillness
of damp alleyways waiting
for elegant replies.

I don’t wish to tear
the twin suede binds you bring;
habit and urge - the addictions
you have become. I love you,
in another guise.


December 18, 2004 - A poem about Love


I am smiling

like an upturned boat

flipped over by the sea of you,

suddenly caught on the turn.

I let go the sail and hold

nothing more than memories,

for you are the ocean on which I drift,

now surrendered to moontide’s pull

and salt-kissed wandering.

Where are you taking me?


December 15, 2004 - A poem about Love, Family


There is one,
in the many sweet voiced souls.
Singing proud like a joyous bell
amid the peel of fluted tones
through cherried cheeks
and beauty’s song.
She is mine, and I am proud
of her, dancing beyond the crowd -
a voice apart of lilting gild
that brushes single tear’s fall
upon this love that hides
within my melting heart.


December 12, 2004 - A poem about Love, Cosmicity, Lyrics


We are
velvet shadows
dusk plumed
tides of light
like star-torn
wandering chase
from wind sent
moonsong sighs,
sensing call
of crescent arms
through weave
of you and I.
like laughter -
young nightbirds
in veiled flight
like hopeful seeds
to the breeze.
Oh we are ghosts


November 21, 2004 - A poem about Love, Words


How many words are there
Hiding behind the trees
Lying on dampened clay
Like pieces of fallen sky
Downed amongst the leaves.
Who feigns to voice
Our once danced swallow call
Now earthly staged before the night?
Who notes these patterns bound
By silvered threads of awakening
Unpicked in meanings found?
And now, the warm caress of … this
Our fumbled hold in nature’s furl
With passioned gulps of lover’s dew -
Overflowing, with everything
I need to say to you.


October 4, 2004 - A poem about Love, Lust, Lyrics


I remember,
the Vetiver night -
all pillow scented
and star-fueled lust
of youth.

We, as lovers
sharing delighted air
deep, below
the honeyed ocean thrall
in flow and pull,
of sense’s haul.

Tuned high
like piccolo snares
in the grand pre-amble
of life - before
the musty quiet
theatre bow.

You and me,
velvet fleshed,
brushing the skin
of our very being
against the inner folds
of who we were, and are.


I looked into your eyes
and saw it all.


September 23, 2004 - A poem about Love, Cosmicity, Technology

We Transcend

Don’t blink or shiver, but I am with you now.
Right at this moment - beamed through the wires,
soft-breathing across the bones of you.
Relax, feel my curious spirit near - go on!
Concentrate; let your shoulders fall
and the worries roll - be conscious of
the tensions sloping down.
Here, let me help. I’m raising my arms,
waving spectral palms your way,
circling with unseen fingertips -
willing you on as you read,
sensing the electricity and flow
of who you really are,
and want to be.


September 21, 2004 - A poem about Love, Situations

Her Poem

Oh, she is the damnation of me.
Letting me taste from the cup,
but taking it away before I sip.
I am just a blind man crashing
through the glass factory of her,
opening box after box, but never
finding the cold-lipped chalice.
She pulls from me. Like a yacht
on a windless day, hauled across beach
by the angry parent of a sulky child.
I am trying to finish a jigsaw; peeling
edges not quite straight and middle gone.
Why did she take the missing piece?


August 15, 2004 - A poem about Love, Memories

Deja Vu

We were like moonlit kites twisting wildly.
For a moment, escaping the tether and dangle of life -
untiying ourselves from the velvet smooth of night.

Windward held were we - on craving’s warm air.
Soaring vista birds, in follow and blissful rise;
High, above the spooled tail of humdrum days.

I recollect this thrill in flight. I remember us like this.
Lost in the circling entrancement of each other,
tissue-paper light in the eventide.


August 13, 2004 - A poem about Love, Cosmicity, Puzzles

Isle of Yew.

There’s a voice
amidst the noise of stars.
Feint, but distinctive.
Sawtoothed in wave
and cackle of ozone.

Sensed among the spark
and spin of planets through
the galaxy, like bats circling
flare-wicked candleflame.

The voice is calling.
Vague, repeating, passionate -
words that want me to understand.
Argh! I just can’t catch the drift:

“… all our youth … ill of you
… oil of hue … isle of yew …”

What is the sky trying to tell me?
Do you hear what it says?
Can YOU work this out?


August 9, 2004 - A poem about Love, Memories


She said she would let him know,
when she got there, and he’s
still waiting for a sign.

Sunday, six o’clock; forever,
preparing to pounce on nuances
of a shadow calling - showing
that she made it through.

Prideful in the chore of whittled hours,
marking his bide. Onward, pressing -
noble packet and stamp waste of days.

So now, he eats strawberries
at midnight, smokes cigarettes again.
Catches the shuttered doze and whiskey grey,
of dusk’s vague promise.

Up late, getting dressed even later.
Re-reading the scattered bedside papers
still addressed to both of them.

It’s Ok. It’s Sunday, six o’clock.


July 29, 2004 - A poem about Love


You are the amber snow
on the mountain top of who I am.
The electric arc glimmer
crossing the cold lake of me -
a white poppy in the rape
of my doubt


July 20, 2004 - A poem about Love

Your Face

    My eyes are a boat
    drifting on almond sea
    from inlet to island
    and tectonic continents
    the lines of which guide
    my tack - each curve
    and hollow tracing
    beguiled incredulity
    like a dazzled pilgrim
    travelling a worn path
    I cannot help but stare
    at the rhythms that are
    the perfect composition
    and surety of you.

June 29, 2004 - A poem about Love

All is You.


ask about


of what or whom

we are, but all I’ll say

of this, is that there is

only ever one. I reveled in

the promiscuity of multitude

enthralled, but always lonely

though, until you captured me

in fall. Know that I love you

- all of you. And ask again

of us, and maybe I will

call that none is lost

and all is found.

For there is

only ever



June 28, 2004 - A poem about Love, Age, Lyrics

Mocassin Fit.

Be by my side for season’s roll
along the years of timeworn hold -
handmade measure of my ways,
moth eared wise but sometimes frayed.

Threadbare in the scuff of life,
such comforts mold familiarity
the things that calm and settle me
over step of weathered days.

And strong stitched path across the years
has formed the jagged shape and fold
of how we travel journeys made.
Companions in the ride.

From footprints where I have been
through stumble here and now,
to stride of what I may become,
my feet are bare without you.


- A poem about Love, Lust


It’s open,
come straight in.
I’m behind the threshold,
waiting for you to fall upon
the fate of who we should be.
Bring nothing but yourself
and I will gaze in sublime hold
of white light beauty and
the ocean of your eyes.
There is only one flame I see
in the dark - and it is yours.
Take a step and come inside.
I am waiting
for you.


June 15, 2004 - A poem about Love, Cosmicity


Here fall stars from lover’s robe
raining down on earthbound foil.
In monarch cloak of night are we
as light above sublime.

Let us navigate these skies
bewitched by rapture’s satellite
for here we chase the dust
of a thousand million moons.

Just hold out your hands
… and fly.


June 10, 2004 - A poem about Love, Nature

The Process

It grows stronger.
Purified, closer to the source.
No sediment, just clarity.
Every turn of the sun,
adding puposeful gravity,
to its calibrated flow.
Gently guided, filtering slow.
Watchful of energy refined,
like a wild forest stream,
cutting through mountains.
Our love distilled.


May 23, 2004 - A poem about Love, Cosmicity


We follow the orbit of a lost star,
you and I, sharing telemetry - irresistably drawn.
No mere convenience or random circumstance,
you are north to south in the spin of my life.
We are guided by quantum ghosts,
whispering across the noise of the cosmos,
and we float apon it with radiant glow,
blown gently through our lives determined.

Long live this dependence,
this vital alignment - this happenstance.
May this remain beautiful and rare,
- our wondrous mystery.


May 22, 2004 - A poem about Love


One day,
the wind brushed
the back of my neck,
and I thought
about you.

A sudden scent,
pleasant - making me remember.
A happiness song, moving
through lips sculpted
from saccharine kisses.

Song moving air, moving me,
a breeze sent to touch me,
that I swallowed and gulped,
in case I forgot that,
I love you.


May 15, 2004 - A poem about Love


Tonight we will forget ourselves, electrified with Reiki flow.
Skin to skin - softer than goldust on an Egypt breeze,
moving without bones through the sparkling night.
Forever overlaid and snatching passioned air,
we shall be unstopable as seaward lava.
Unbound and eternally magnetized.
Both suspended as satin blown,
on unity wind - one thought;
“two minds untethered,
… together.”


May 8, 2004 - A poem about Love, Friendship

Beautiful Tone.

You are sharp as a stylus,
wow and flutter free,
following a scratchless track.
Analogue warm, mindful of old,
adoration snatched from the air.
Delight, engineered.

If you want to stretch a string from the moon,
to my tin can heart and beyond,
I will be listening.


April 24, 2004 - A poem about Love

Do You Know ?

Of all the blooms,
you last the longest.
For all the night,
you shine.

Clear voiced,
against the white noise.
You resonate.

You grow,
where others wain.
The strongest,
of the vine.

A secret scent,

… never mine.


April 20, 2004 - A poem about Love

Million Mile Eyes

I swim in your eyes,
towards magnetic north,
but still I am lost.

Time stretched like kitestring,
clock not wise,
pulling me downward.

We are one,
but one is two,
and two means more than one.

Caressed by saline blue,
I travel without myself,
seeking ripples within.