Tuesday 7th March 2017
Early morning blossom unfolds in its salutation to the sun,
Though the wind chill remains the light is warm.
Greeting the bright days with early morning rising
And I, beside you, whisper of the fruits in the days to come.
The sharp-sweet burst of raspberries on my tongue.
Strawberries dipped in sugar crystals, laid across your lips.
The sticky-sweet juice of nectarines dripping between our fingers as we laugh.
Promises for a future bathed in sunshine.
Friday 24th March 2017
Wait, and be stronger for the waiting.
Lose, but do not despair for having lost.
Love, and be stronger for the loving.
Try, and flowers will follow the frost.
Saturday 22nd June 2017
Trying not to smile
too widely as I am
coloured in. Awash
No grey, we all shine.
United, in common
purpose, we are all
on this walk together.
(This was written after I attended #newcastlepride2017 weekend)
Saturday 29th July 2017
Would you kiss me if I
could find the right words
to tell you that all I want
is a taste of you? Every
time we meet you linger
in my thoughts with all I
learn from your actions
and words that follow
sweet smiles or sincere
glances. You look at me
and I am connected, so
much so that I struggle
to look back at you as I
would struggle to look at
the sun. Overwhelmed,
perhaps shy, but wanting
you to look at me until
one day I can look back
at you, openly, and you will
see every want that makes
me empty and whole at once.
Do you want these words?
Sunday 13th August 2017
Remnants shifting, sliding,
pulled out to meet the sea.
Worn/ torn/ lost/ missing
pieces of time, scattered
and broken. But, we care,
we look and see and we
find something beautiful
in the forgotten fragments.
Sea-glass, smooth as quartz
and equally as pretty. Waiting
to be found, picked up, wondered.
Hear a symphony never scored
or played in a concert hall.
Salt-slick and so warm.
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
These are our edges.
Tuesday 15th August 2017
That tickles, you fingers, as they gently
tap, tap, tap, along my spine with the
lightest pressure followed by your soft
heart-shaped lips. Pressing your love
against my skin, above the thin blanket
that tangles us up together, exactly
where we want to be. As you take your
sweet time making silent promises
on your journey of discovery, my cheek
remains settled against the pillow and
I am smiling, for it is morning and soon
I will turn and you have always looked
so lovely in early morning sunshine.
Friday 18th August 2017
My steps along this path
began long ago but, lately
I am walking more slowly.
I have tripped many times
and I am tired of scraped
knees and palms. So, now I
watch my step and forget
to look up. Sometimes,
I believe that I could keep
going and never stop.
Should my eyes remain looking
down at the ground where
change is limited and it all
looks the same after a while?
Or is it better to look up
and risk the fall?
Saturday 2nd September 2017
Cradled, in open, outstretched palms
is a heart-shaped glass, empty for it
was turned upside-down and drained
by thieving, careless fingers. You were
a clumsy thief and inelegant in your
execution. There were tracks to follow
as you drip, drip, dripped your way out
with my heart spilling out from
between your crooked fingers.
Clumsy thief, I am left with a hollow shell,
removed from the cavern in my chest.
There is no more love left in me,
it does not threaten to boil over,
for there is nothing left.
Yet, there is beauty in an empty shell.
It is merely waiting to be filled up
and my hands are gentle. You are
lucky that you left no cracks.