It was early on a grey morning,
that we held hands and blew mist
in the air that was so crisp
it caught the words we left unsaid.
We watched the frost melt in the first ray
of sunshine on the ground,
and you touched my hand on this new day
that we’d somehow found
with each other.
I pushed my hand in your Winter coat pocket-
“There’s room enough for two”, you said,
and we smiled the shy, sly smiles that lovers do,
then touched our lips together and called it a kiss.
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The Angophora looms-
A giant pinnacle of tree
with twisted knots that turn your heart
like words turning a blunt-edged knife.
It rises, spread-legged
covering your sky and
intertwining like asymmetrical lace
or lovers in the grass,
limbs twisted in impossible loops.
The tree whispers reedily
as the wind gives it voice
and the Earth gives it soul.
You are so small
a fleeting extra
in the story of its life
as the tree carries on
with more heart
than it has ever been shown.
The simple days,
the quiet times,
the loving lines
we make in sand;
I hold your hand
and we know
if this is all we had,
then we’re richer
than the king
We’re more wealthy
In our minds
And we’ll savour it this time,
coz every moment is so fleeting
that lasts for hours
is a second chance
to live in love.
Although life goes on
It gets more tangled
His coffee hits
act as a quick fix
To fill a hole
And he’s getting baked
So he can feel words
As more than just
Breaking on a wall.
His other woman
is mixing minds
with his first lady,
and he feels like his
burdens are equivalent
to the president.
The cash that keeps
him tied to work each week
is a chain that keeps
his days looking bleak,
and the only hope is in the music-
if he didn’t have that, he would lose it.
Goodnight you empty house,
you slick tiles and elastic air,
goodnight you electric, modernised hum,
goodnight you french gypsy jazz,
and European slang,
goodnight you undesired thoughts,
wanton dreams and stubborn procrastination,
goodnight you distant lover,
dripping floors and crawling beetles,
goodnight you silence and solicitation,
goodnight you lazy eye and awkward enunciation,
it’s time to put this mind to bed.