poem: zing

My mouth tastes like cigarettes
So does yours, and it’s great;
Your moustache tickles my face,
And when you ask if I’m your girl
I blush, cos it tickles my feelings.
I like the way your fingers move
Against my belly when you’re in
A playful mood, and I like
That wicked look in your eyes –
The one that turns my legs to jelly,
The one that says:
Come here,
I wanna do bad things with you…

I know every expression you own
Studied them like textbooks
Hoping they would lead
Like roadmaps to your soul.
I know some of your nuance
Your light and your shade
But it still doesn’t bring me
Any closer.

You say, we’re friends and lovers
But I don’t know if you’re my friend
You’re more like the Joker
And I’m Harley Quinn
We met each other at opposite ends
Of the spectrum…
I was looking for love
I was ready to fall again
And you –
You were looking for a distraction
A port to sink your anchor in.

I knew from the start
Your heart was not a prize easily won,
And if I messed up, fell in love,
The chances were slim to none
Of you reciprocating.
You’ve got your guards up,
And your walls, the only
Parts open still raw,
And still belong to the one
Responsible for your breaking.

But…

My Netflix queue is full of shows
We watch under blankets
Tangled together,
You give me whole-body laughs
When we’re in the kitchen making dinner.
You call me baby and beautiful
And ask how my day’s been;
The line between friend
And lover get blurred
And we refuse to admit it.

And when you sleep in my bed –
Not once, or twice, but
Three nights this week –
I can’t help but wonder
Where this is leading.
I’m fine with the slow train
If we eventually get there
I just can’t afford to invest in a lie…
Not again, not this time.

But my selfish heart makes me wait,
Unable to decide
If I should ask you to go…
Watching this bubble of heartbreak grow
Ready to burst at any moment.
And there’s a masochist in me
That lives for tortured romance
I’m not even sure I’d be able to love
Without tragedy…

I want to let you stay
Let you touch and tease
Let you play those games
You don’t even know you’re playing;
It’s not entirely your fault
That loving you
Is like licking a battery.

poem: trying not to fall in love (and failing)

Trying not to fall in love with you
Is like having a pineapple allergy
And drinking pina coladas anyway;
Because the absence of 
Your smell on my skin
And your taste on my tongue
Hurts so much more. 
Pretending you love me back 
Is a dangerous game
I know I shouldn’t play – but I do,
A little more each day,
Even though playing it means 
You’ve already won. 

I’m trying to stay convinced
That goodbye kisses are not part of the deal,
That your hand isn’t mine to hold.
But how can I resist
Your strong arms wrapped around me tight 
Like salvation on a stormy sea…
And in the depths of your 
Unfathomable eyes
I can read the fine print of my soul.  
One kiss and I am drawn
Like a bee to your honey.
One touch and I surrender 
All of my defenses.  
I could stay lost forever
In the space between words
With you. 

You are my lover and my friend; 
The universe has brought you to me
As a gift – and I’m afraid
That if I forget myself, 
If the words drop from my lips, 
You’ll cease to exist;
This newfound bliss I’m
Warming my toes against
Will disappear and I’ll be left
Craving something I was never 
Equipped to claim as my own. 

So I commit myself to carpe diem, 
Living one sweet moment
To the next, never making plans,
Just taking life as it comes to us. 
And this is happiness for me
Just chilling out with you watching tv
Sitting on the front porch talking shit
And watching the world go by. 
This is my happy place, but I’m
Trying not to hold on too tight, 
And I apologize if I
Step over the line sometimes; 
I’m just mesmerized by your 
Sexy face, and all that you are. 

And if all we have is this, 
This is enough for me; 
I’m learning to trust again
And how to open up. 
I’ll show you everything – 
Anything you want to see; 
I’ll kiss your mouth and call you friend, 
I’ll let you into the deepest places in my head
If you are not afraid, then take my hand 
And let’s go on an adventure.

poem: sleepy afternoon

Your words
Spill from your lips
Into the marshmallow softness
Of overstuffed mattresses
I slip…
Further away from you
Sinking into the ever-widening ellipses
of Blue dreaming
The feather-light fibulas of
Time and reason
Tickle the edges of my mind
I turn away –
Take a breath and catch the wave
Blanketed by oblivion’s fuzzy greyness
I let go, carried away by polytheistic tides
Knowing you’ll be there to catch me
On the other side.

poem: RZCW

I am finding it hard to understand
Why the universe would send
Something as good as you my way.
How unusual!
To want, and be able to have;
How exciting –
The places you could take me.
You hold me with careful grace,
A lesson in patient passion.
Your eyes tell stories of things to come,
Your hands trace promises on my skin
You gently wear away my defenses
Like the ocean, lapping at the shore.

poem: urban triptych

1. Oxford Street

    We walked along in silence on that cold, grey morning…
    I stumbled, and thought no one would notice, but you did.
    Your arm went hesitantly around me,
    steadying me,
    without really touching me,
    Your voice composed of casual concern
    I noticed you
    For the first time.

    2. Sitting in the dark watching TV

    We sat in the dark watching TV
    Blaring violence in our
    Eerily lit up faces
    The bowl sat between us
    An oily chaperone
    Our hands reached for popcorn
    And found each other
    Unexpected connections
    Mumbled apologies
    Confused thoughts
    Later you stroked my arm
    A single, fluid motion
    One word… “Stay.”

    3. Launchpad

    A window of opportunity
    A chance nearly missed
    Before it has properly begun

    No time to discover you
    As you should be discovered…
    No time to touch you
    As you should be touched…

    I long for extension
    For truth and honesty behind the wordplay
    I lay my hand alongside your face
    You laugh and take it companionably
    Between your own cumbersome fingers

    You ask me out for drinks
    We talk into the night
    You begin to think you know me…

    … Tell me – what happens next?

    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.