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.