Red Kite

Like a kite,

I am carnal,

In nature

Desiring only,

The freshest of flesh,

Of which to dip my curved beak

Unto.

Just as you reach

For skin to hold against yours,

To touch,

To know you are not alone, but conjoined

The turn you make from your pillow,

Shows as the invisible grasp,

To my neck,

Everything made by breath,

And what is in between.

Animalistic I am,

And I see you this way too,

We roar, roar, roar

In daylight

Until night

When everything is still, settled, sleeping,

Softly humming,

Lay.

In the deep grueling darkness,

I then hold you once again, wrapped close around one long curved finger,

You, in my claw.

It was when I sat there,

River-lake flooding past me,

Trees swooping down,

That I first felt it.

The dizziness of life,

Hitting upon me,

All swirled into calm,

And it spread

Wildly.

I thought I had seen it when gazing at

Stars,

Or your eyes,

The light that layers just underneath

And comfort at the root,

under everything.

My love affair with the universe started then,

And burned violent until I lay feverish,

A violet shrieking I grasped comfort

Among surroundings everywhere it had laid,

A flower,

A light,

never failed to glimmer each time I mouthed his name. 

I think about you, 
In the silence,
Between loud words,
In the gaps between pauses .
They shudder us a stir.

You are there, always
On the tinge of consciousness,
Your smile like marigolds and 
Lips, peaches. 

I think you are like a heaven
So intangible and sweet
Hard to grasp, 
But still there,
It has been always as such,
& Always will be.

I should not know love

For it has never been

A whimsical desire

That tangles softly, and encases the soul

O in ovals of silhouettes

Just a lover’s dream

Merely it was a desire

Ravenous, in swirling in me

The puppet-master that made me swoops

I fell and chanted

I should not know love

For it has never been

As behind declaration

A sudden soullessness strangles me

Mirages of fingertips

That were shaped and sculpted

Tips me of

The edges I frightened

Were we’re just a dream

And it pulls towards me

In perhaps a sudden charming manner

That was found upon the snarl of a gentleman’s rose

Lips

Or somewhere in a ladies angered dainty fist

O but no we do not know love

As it is encased in me. 

This was special.

The bells toll like the toll of love in my heart

In all it's splendour

Doth it call out until the night sighs

And perhaps you would note

It is there

There in the pine that builds up the old oak tree

That stands tall, stubborn, peaceful

Swaying willinginly by the soft wind

Though it is bound to the core

There in the heat of a midsummers nights eve

Where I live in an inner corner of light

Where I write in madness

Where I sit and bask in its glorious fire 

That burns a blaze

Blazon over me 

Madness is beauty

Master, madness, you are to me 

Beauty you need not acquire 

After a dose of its dreadful fufilling disease

And how it was I fell

Fell to my knees

As light doth seize my bitterness and 

Envelop me

I was looking at your face I said

I fell to my knees 

Ticking Clock

A ticking clock 
Denotes that I am passing
Through fields of visions 
Marigolds where you were once a ring laced around my sun. 

Every day I am sent spinning
You visit me from the gold mines
the spotlight in the corner
Small fragile blinker ing
the spectrum of my coloured dreams

Golden hazes I walk through in day
I too often slip back into you
What if what we were thinking is so pungent
What if I really am sliding forward 
Do I have to be further away from you

The time keeps ticking. 

Your diction

With your big rounded grey underlines
Of eyes so bright
Melted stars
Illuminise

Spinning table tops
Under and beneath
Trace the lines of my wrist
What message is there in it

You smile and I shiver
The messenger 
We know as we quiver in darkness, 
Still some light. 

I am held back though
From some dying fear 
As I scream your name
You rough beneath me
You smirk 
All the girls like this, you said.

And we know I want to be loved. 

Conduit

in stretching my legs and running across,
Where I sprinted fell and sunk,
Behind the thoughts,
Under misty trees where we dwell.

I suppose it is as they say,
That you can live forever,
In the afterair of a hazy dream,
The glow of the moon
Is ever pleasant
Your voice haunting
Tying me to its molecules. Sound wave. 
It is still magical to me

I stray in the fields around the daisies
And though amongst I feel small
I See. I never knew that they grew this tall

I think of you 
In the summer moon
Ever going ever changing a becoming 
What we wonder. What don’t we know. 
I am tied to it. 

I think of you 
I see violets 

Cracked Moon

A cracked moon
Sits under the sun
While we shoot through 
My love
It is fun fun fun

You shake your hand close on my hips
Shaking inside my fingertips
Honey you are beautiful
The sweetest treasure

My mind clicks back forever and ever

If you find a light
Somehow
Maybe let me know
You are in the air
You are under my control 

I breathe you baby 
But the cracked moon is my soul

Moon Children

They are coming to get us you said
So sing a bit louder
I’ll hear you instead. 

Under an ice cold glaze 
We were sprinting through forests and tangled trees
The wind in your hair 
You looked at me like 
This was right where, this we should be.

I twisted an ankle under my skirt
And fell right then.
They were around me again 
Hiding in shadow-play.

You know how it is when you are young,
Careless and free. 
The World for eyes and illuminated 
And how is it that that’s just what,
How we’re meant to be.

Still now I swear I see them
Now Manifesting out of glitter
Stormily stomping 
Flooding like a river
Over the roads where we begin. 
In silvery undertones of moonlight. 

With a lashing of velvet, 
Covered over your pale legs,
You walk in with prettiness 
Covering hidden delinquency. 

The world is one we all know
To portray what is
As all we can see
And hide truths in gaps in between

There is truth in a lie,
Darkness  in the sun,
Black holes and thunderstorms 
mystery has won

Strangers read from the oath of your hand
God’s imprinted on you
‘Serve the land’
And as you walk you are dazzled
By velvet, honey, sung hums
Lace fashions and silhouettes
That it becomes something more than what it should be
God’s plan  undone? 

For if he knew the sweet taste of 
Flowers, you think,
Perhaps mulberry and wine
Anything about 
A bitten apple 
Would be froze in time.
And what is it to be like a human?
Are the treasures of earth 
So visually strewn beneath us
Irrestiable in their divine 

Is a world shaken by darkness of foul play or are we ever bathed in his light? 
Do we live to die? 
When a taste of creation lays beneath
Man’s heaven in a cloud of sky. 

Bodies

We come to clusters
Made from the black rocks
Of steady cliffs
Carved by raven’s claws
Under telescopic starlight. 

What carved your jaw, cheekbone
Came from the most glimmering lights
We are laid and strewn across 
Heavenly
Our bodies raw pale and succulent 
Earth delights. 

Ferocious Dreams

I got stuck in the night
But I found you
Sent to the place where we met in 
darkness 
Through spindling hands 
Anti clockwise 

Together we sit
With heavy literature
quite silently
Carving slowly in the back
soft shapes 

Words erase tingling into air
from open mouth
Lips space apart, sweet, tempting, hungry,
Swallowing the air that strays  between them.
Our bodies swaying. 

Under cloth 
I would grasp you tight 
Yes mine mine mine
Behind the curtains
Possessive. Child like. Gripping drastically onto silken skin.
And then sinking under,
I drift unconscious, 
Into you. 

Growth

When I was younger, she saw me with gleaming eyes. She folded me up into blankets and smiled over me as my love grew like my arms and legs, it sprouting me taller. I impersonated her in my speech, followed the pathways she paved, and ran  myself into lands of the most glorious fantasy. She had a slight wavering sense to her love sometimes and with newly elongated feet I’d stomp on the ground and shout at her until she would listen. When she did she was an eagle, swooping up an escaped chick into her arms. Caring and vicious. My mother was a thunderstorm, in descript , she was the tall leaning tower of pisa, reaching out wobbly with a hand, she was the quiet wave in the ocean and the loud bellowing one, slightly shaken herself by her own noise. She was strong and gentle like the whispering wind which tangles my hair. She was always there. 

Covetous

Hidden Storm.

The young girl’s eyes,

Were brazen with brown grey smoke,

At word of it.

Wild flowers grew,

Childlike,

Pulling at a string somewhere within.

I’d seen it in a tear before,

How it was that even a

Pin drop on earth,

Could shake its core.

Gently,

Behind blond dainty hair,

And tiptoes/skipping rope,

She I suppose was,

Guiding you, there, there, there.

Elongated from where you’d been.

1,2,3

You jump the rope.

What is it she said

That made your head?

What did it take to

Swoop her away?

Each new becoming is

Yours now

Yet I whisper our old dreams in defiance

Become desirous, craving conveyance

We are children

Adorned and

Living under a humdrum skyline

Waiting for a golden eagle to float float float

Us to a way.

Wolfwhistle

A bomb shoots through the air

Speeding to a crash, 
Hit us like an antidote.

I feel it right, here you said
And I gulped as you declared. 
Now, I cry at the moon at night, 
I hope you can hear, that I am there.

I do well i quiver,
With the wolf whistle 
That means I like  you
Lingering, stinging in the inside. 

Rings underline the moon, 
Whilst I noisily howl, 
We are Saturn and stars,
Me and you,
Fatal right there. 
Enclosed, drawn together, searching under our blankets, to crisp white air. 

For everything is somewhere.

Far away some
Stone falls on stone
You hear the crack,
But it is not auditory.

Far away beneath,
Or perhaps around the corner,
A flower sprouts,
Under a bench where we used to sit

Under ground
The girl laughs and twirls around
Clutching on your heart, 
With her, ‘it’s not me’, and bitten hand.

Surely still somewhere they are Wild Eyed 
Benevolent. 
Careless. 
Coated in Silver, 
Lined up in time.

In places there and now, 
Marigolds and tulips, 
Rise, perhaps they do,
Somewhere. Between petals part 
Misty gold glistens down &
dust dances out of shadows too.
For everything is somewhere, 
& somewhere there is you.