When I wake I am certain I have cried an ocean in my sleep. An ocean on which I, a lonely sail boat, unsteadily remain afloat, precarious on the turbulent waves, restless beneath me, racing for land, crashing and calling and rushing to you. I want to learn to smile when Iām alone and far … Continue reading
Category Archives: Poetry
Untitled Poem About the Future
I am adrift on the ocean of Endless Sighs, alight with the glow from pinpricks in the Endless Night, those miniscule tears in the ebony curtain that reveal the fire beyond, its brightness and its ecstasy. And with every passing day I am reaching, rising, growing, ready to pull back the curtain and be blinded … Continue reading
A Dream
I dream of ghosts, fluid as smoke, converging on moonlit avenues lined with silver birches; a landscape of coolest blues and softest greys wrapping around me, filling my lungs, blurring into a steely sea, waves rising and falling, thrashing and writhing, beneath blackening clouds, heavy with rain. I dream of you, emerging from the mist … Continue reading
Siren Song
Golden boy, let me be your siren song. Continue reading
Things I Think About When I Wake Up Next To You
It’s early morning; you’re asleep, I’m awake, and I am watching the sunlight form golden lakes in the curve of your neck, the dip of your waist, the crook of your elbow, the planes of your face. I am watching the sunlight set fire to your skin. Your back, littered with freckles, is a map … Continue reading
Boat Trip
Boarded the boat on February 24th, in the bitter cold morning, the sun shining brightly. And I stood on the deck though the wind bit my cheeks, though my eyes watered terribly. In the afternoon I stripped my socks from my feet, let my toes turn blue to match my lips, dipped them in the … Continue reading
Love Poem
Streams of golden mist weave paths through streets lined by temples of glittering emerald, shining dew. Continue reading
Orange (Is The Colour That Reminds Me Of You)
Orange streaks in the night, blurring into beauty like the smudges of your perfect peach lipstick left on my cheek; they burn Continue reading
Creation in Two Parts
Lavender forests, the richness of damp earth, and your marzipan skin; sweet, sweet, sweet, at the back of my throat. Continue reading
Evening / Night / Morning
Part I: Evening Hands held under a blanket, sitting too close together in a crowded room. Continue reading
