Her eyes dance, invite you flying

Your feet lose the ground underneath them

but there’s something deeper holding you

She’s been tethered, this divine consort

Hidden away from the world, her dreams

contained and unseen

She is wordless like a sunlit gorge

the product of a constant flow, of water

speaking in the way she moves

in the wisdom of eyes that have done more

than they have seen, because she

is the dreamer and you

are the dream

…and even on the greyest day, the birds will come into my garden to tell me that the earth is kind and worth waking for…

Nub

Let me lick you with my thoughts, let

the warm wet tip of my mind

gently stroke your mental sensors

Absorb the edge of my depth

Feel the heat and complex mystery

I want you to know

how

I

be

Sun

Sunday sun through my window and I’m tired with silence and longing. Drove my friend to the airport this morning, disappointed at how little I’ve been. Now love has left, temporarily, and it is as if every absence that will ever be is happening simultaneously. I’m listening to Bic Runga and Antony and the Johnsons, and making myself sad. Clouds and blue sky bounce off my mirror, yes love has vapourised me. I’ve forgotten how to be, and yet losing oneself is the best thing to do.  The I and the Id, they were wounds to me. Sunday silence and my mouth has no words, but my heart has a million. They dart in desperation like butterflies in a storm. Lost in this vapour of hopeless longing, I can hear a song so much greater than I, so beautiful, so sad. Like all amazing things.

I couldn’t sleep last night because I was naked and aware of every millimetre of skin that was touching yours. Each nerve was a galaxy of awe, my consciousness alive and so very lost in the immensity. I’m still so broken and don’t know how to be human, but that doesn’t matter in the dark hours of belonging. You leave my orbit too quickly and I feel the lurch, hands trailing in the cold morning air. We are strange and new and adoring explorers of love’s terrain. I don’t so much miss you as breathe shorter when you’re away, drifting slowly into empty space until you pull me back. And you do, every day.