love & relationships

poem: against the wall

Bound and gagged
That’s the way you like me
Your way – you take me
Five against the wall
Subdued and masked
A tight fit – but you’ll have me yet
Five against the wall.
Your ego stroked
Your arrogance dominating
A power play is growing flowing
Freudian slips are showing
But you know I prefer it this way too –
Five against the wall, and you.

poem: burn

I burn the you right out of me
I forget your face
I hardened my heart against your words
I magnify the space
Too late to change the past I fear
Too late, my destiny is set
And I cannot go back
I will not break free
The walls you find so hard to crack
Are there to keep you out
I’m protecting both of us
From uncertainty and doubt
Too late to be who I once thought
I could learn to be,
Too late to learn to love and trust
To stop indemnity.

poem: a collection of romantic poems about hands

// Ships (1998)

My blue hand reaches
For your pink one
Our eyes interlock and I
Gaze at the mystery of you;
I almost grasp the key to knowing you.
I almost understand the suffering I’ve been through
As a justification for this moment;
and then you slip away,
Into the distance of this
Still, dark night,
Our contact limited to a chance missed
For loving you.

// Masterpiece (1998)

Paint your smile on me
You’re my da Vinci, my Van Gogh
Take me, shape me, into a masterpiece
I am a neo-classic love child
The bastard of an oil and canvas copulation
Deepen my hues
Shadow my crevasses
Paint me wild and free

// Dreamkind (2000)

You held me
Wrapped your strong arms around me
And smiled at me,
Your gentle sweet contagious smile
Circled in your embrace,
I marvelled at how warm I felt
How safe, how small, how loved
How proud I was to have you at my side…
How nice it was to lace your fingers into mine.

// Your Hands (2001)

I’m in love with your hands –
The way you communicate
Your eyes have never held such secrets
as the ones that reside in your grasp…
You touch me, and mysteries are revealed
My resolve crumbles to dust at my feet
You have woven your spell around me
Trapped me with your honey-dripped fingers
Placed bracelets of restraint around my willing wrists.

// Hybernate (2003)

Warmth is…
Curling up next to you
A blanket of companionship
On a wintery mountain night
Your strong arms around me
Your crooked half smile
The deftness of your hands
The silkiness of your hair
As it whispers through my fingers
Like seagrass on the ocean floor.

poem: a moment frozen

A moment frozen in time
It’s the right one and we know it
The lips that a moment ago spoke shy
Now capture each other with yearning

A connection – you feel it
I feel it too, and surrender
To the torrent that rises up
Within me like a hurricane

Breathlessly your hands trace my form
Touching me like stolen treasure
My body yields its secrets like a
Rosebud opening its petals to the rain.

poem: when I was a girl

When I was a girl,
I dreamed pink faery floss dreams
Now my world is ash
And cigarette smoke
Permeates the air

When I was a child
Unicorns danced on my bed;
Now they are replaced
By sweaty, sex-stained men
Who do not know the unicorns were ever there

When I was young and innocent
I ate rainbow-flavoured sno-cones
Now my belly if full of bitterness,
I’m pregnant with desire,
And I give birth to sadness…
Yet again.

poem: low trip

// Across

While I wasn’t looking
Asleep in my own dream
You infiltrated my defenses
Now I’m addicted
Enchanted, in love

// When I’M Lowe

I thought we had a chance
I thought I could keep my head
Above the water you insisted
On drowning me in

I though I could love you
And not be ensnared
By your captivating eyes of ice
Or the goldenness of your skin

I thought this would be different –
That we could maintain and
Honesty would find its way
Into your Vocabulary

But once again I’m proven wrong,
And so I stand alone
Longing for someone who
Cannot even see my injury

// Benched

I never took you for granted
But you took me for a fool
Now all I have is emptiness
The emptiness you gave
Has this made you satisfied
Knowing you make me cry inside
How can you pretend like this
Never meant a thing;
You leave me here alone
While you move on –
Leaving me to watch you
From the sidelines

poem: interludes and coffee spoons

Your sweet, compelling kindness
Inspires me to meet your eyes;
The gracefulness of your soft touch
Cuts through the fog of my emotions.
I sit on the bed’s edge,
And you kiss my shoulder where the strap has fallen down;
Silver needles of desire ripple down my spine.
I stare at our reflections,
Surrounded by the memory of the one
You belong to;
An errant strand of long curly hair
Twines itself absent-mindedly round my naked arm-
My hair is short.

In the morning
I sit and watch you light a cigarette,
Your fingers curling around the smoke;
I taste tobacco and black coffee
As you gaze at me with clear eyes.
You hold my hand and let me talk,
Smiling your Cheshire Cat smile.

poem: familiar breeds

Last night a shot of courage
Loosened my inhibited tongue
And I admitted some things
Better left unsaid

I felt the strong circle of your arms
As you enfolded me in your
Uncomplicated kiss
Just as sweet as I remembered it

Your lips nibbled at my skin
Butterscotch and heady wine,
French delicacies, savouring them

Knots on a fishing boat, close knit
and securely tied – we slept
Lulled by the rhythm of the
Sea that was our breathing
Synchronised, beating hearts:

For once, my dreams came easy.