Category: My Love

Honeycomb

My Honeycomb!

Do you know
you are meant to
be empty and lonely
for I was born to
come and fill you
with sweetness in
every hollow room.

We drip of
wealth and riches
overflow with harvest
cacoon in our happy home.

Oh my sweet sweet Honeycomb!

Unspoken

let love flow between us
it’s in the stares
unveiling all the desire

let the unspoken words fall on the silent echoes
it’s in between blinks
loving you inextinguishably

let flushed cheeks unsettle
it’s the rosy glow
giving away the secret réciproque

The Ridge

grinding my lips onto yours
with ocean scented mist
your shallow breaths are laden
urging the waves to come
tide hunger for the shore

Ah!

Ah!
You are the long black coffee I so savoured in the morning.

Ah!
You are the masterpiece for my artistic appetite.

Ah!
You are the calamine lotion for my mosquito bites.

Ah!
You are the cool breeaze before a storm on a scorching summer day.

Ah!
You are the mindfulness meditation for my anxiety.

Ah!
You are the healing music to my wayward soul.

Food for thought

I have learned that nectar is food for
bees, hummingbirds and butterflies
they are attracted to
the colours of the outer appearance
and the scent it gives out
they all show affection
however
only bees are reliant on it
hummingbirds and butterflies
are open to other attractions

Apnoea

your face takes up all the space in my brain

my brain fogets to tell my muscles to breathe

deprivation of oxygen stalls my heart

my heartache finally stops

at the worship of your portrait

Imperfection is beauty

I received a picture of you
it took my breath away
I have looked at it many times
it is a bit out of focus
reminds me of a misty lake
the illusion it creates is
exceedingly beautiful

Morning glory

at the first flecks of daybreak
the sacred incense is a burning swirl
the lock and key ceremony is underway
in the company of subtropical rain

Upside down

she is a winter baby
who wasn’t born in
June, July or August

her dream of a white Christmas
never happens here
she survives heatwaves
escapes bushfires
while he flees from the snow
gets cosy by a fire place

they look at the same world
in reversal
day and night
in perfect cycle
they cheated time
so did fickle love