You kiss me and name me fighter jet,
I lean toward the instability.
I turn, fast,
I’m harnessed chaos,
an agile, lean and nimble
frame.
Vapour in my wake,
that cannot shake,
derail or dissipate
my arc,
because
I contain a blaze.
28.7.20
Kin
I hold you
tight
in quiet
desperation,
let me in,
absorb me
through your
skin,
so we can
meld and
merge and
mix
‘til we are
kin.
6.8.20
Liberation
When I realise
we decide
this
life,
it feels like
everything
bursts open,
and emerges
from my chest
an
uncaged
heart.
6.8.20
Sun
Women contain universes,
multiverses
yet undiscovered.
Complex
emotional
ecosystems,
elaborate,
intricate
terrain.
And if your flame
ever dims or
flickers,
remember
you have the sun
in you.
5.8.20
Fantasy
It burns within,
this flame
you lit
that makes me
pulse, dream
vivid
fantasy
of us,
a fusion
whipped up
in our
communion.
I always
want.
8.8.20
Fruit
We built
foundations
long ago.
Once shoots,
lovingly tended,
now grown.
Formed
intricate roots
to nourish
splendid,
rarest
fruits.
6.8.20
Spring
I want to unzip
your skin
and slip inside,
feeling all the
corners of your
consciousness
as I
sink
into you.
To drink from the
endless spring
until I’m
hydrated,
sated,
surfeit.
4.8.20
Loam
You smell of
aqua,
fresh yet
earthen,
like dewy
loam
that ushers
crispest cress
from its
depths,
my home.
7.8.20
Soak
It surrounds you
like an aura,
clearest
water,
let me soak
and stroke
and swim
in you
my
glowing,
infinitely flowing
pool.
6.8.20
Want
The want,
so deep
it aches,
a hot
consuming,
buzzing
glow.
I can’t contain
its fevered
shape,
from all of
me it
flows.
I know,
I know
its threat
to me
will simply
overthrow,
but open-heart
is all I know,
I yield,
devoured
whole.
23.8.20
Because I Will Fly
I stand on the edge
of the cliff,
looking at the jagged
jaws,
the rocks raw
below.
You survey,
scrutinise,
and then resolve,
to poke,
to prod,
to press.
And it isn’t fear,
exactly,
but a vivid thrill,
because
we both know,
deep in our bones,
that as I tumble
I will
fly.
4.8.20