#8 healing poetry; a maybe type of love

Light drips off his chest,and I open mine to afeather touch inside. Like kisses, soft lip touchesbrush against the inside of the burning of my chest. I wonder, what would it be like,to make love to the Ocean? At the hearth of my home,when I return – from traipsing throughthe landscapes of my mind –thereContinue reading “#8 healing poetry; a maybe type of love”

#7 healing poetry; bright fury memory

I felt old pages in my hands today as I walked down to the post office, in a village by the sea. The sea was so bright it almost blinded me, reminding me, that things can last past a death gaze, my memories of this place are hazy. Not because I don’t remember but becauseContinue reading “#7 healing poetry; bright fury memory”

#6 healing poetry; DEFIANTLY…I, Am, Free

What if there were a love like sand?Every particle glinting but also bland–What if there weresomeone who could find the extraordinary in the ordinary? God, I want to sing, and feel the hot air.The physics of my emotions beating small oxygen particles into shapesthat you can sense.Then maybe, I would exist again. If you couldContinue reading “#6 healing poetry; DEFIANTLY…I, Am, Free”

#5 healing poetry; where the beech leaves sing

The beech leaves sing,In bright colours.They remind me offlushed cheeks, and less SFWskin colouring, that might makesomeone blush,were I to tell you,exactly what I was thinking of… The sky repeats the sentiment,where the beech leaves sing,in colours that make our skin light up.Where the beech leaves sing,There’s a light diffusion,That causes a wondrous confusion,of theContinue reading “#5 healing poetry; where the beech leaves sing”

#4 healing poetry; the ones I loved

We sat on the cold plastic floor,Outside a lecture hall, named after a man,probably. We cuddled up together.You saw I had Peter Gabriel’s ‘Book of Love’ open.You were shocked. So was I.We’d just discovered that our phone passcodes had just one digit switched.It was serendipity, of course.It had to be.I was embarrassed that you sawContinue reading “#4 healing poetry; the ones I loved”

#3 healing poetry; the magic of us

You wait in the blue-pen, red-pen scribbled margins of wasted breath,aching backs and crinkled necks.You wonder if they can see you yet. You keep your soul locked up tight,waiting for the luminous night,to let you know it’s alright. You always felt safer, there. You need to know it’s alright,To walk where they haven’t, to sayContinue reading “#3 healing poetry; the magic of us”

#2 healing poetry; the colour of you

When the dawn curls in,and the mist rises from the sea,when the leaves begin to sing,and birds dance in their trees –  I wake to the cold, and the colourof you. There’s a sweetness in the air,made of too many natural things,like honeycomb and jasmine,and the gooseberries growing by the swings. The kettle is on,Continue reading “#2 healing poetry; the colour of you”

#1 healing poetry; soft-soul slumber

I need to let my mind unfold,it’s time to sleep, before I get old,and tired of these looping thoughts, that track me while I wake. When I’m awake,I feel this aching in my bones,At the intersection of a forward/back direction – my hands seem to unfold. I wonder,Is my mind in my hands, instead?And isContinue reading “#1 healing poetry; soft-soul slumber”