time
slides
summer night
fairy lights
burning sun sets
you are mine
sand between our legs
tangled in a tent
heavy breathing in the dark
sticky skin tames the sparks
passion ignited under the pale moonlight
bodies grind in rhythm of tides
Six
Home
It feels like home
seeing the Chinese arts
hung on the walls;
cooking in a cosy mess
where everything is within reach;
talking, joking, laughing,
doing life together effortlessly;
making every minute
the illustration
of the next
for the rest of today
and all the tomorrows to come.
It feels like home
where my heart rests upon
the solace of your love.
Cocteau Twins
the swooping, operatic
sound of an angel
Elizabeth Fraser creates
a psychedelic world
for me to step in
and stretch my wings
soaring over
the field of
silvery threads
citrus petals
enchanting eau de parfums
exhilarating taste of climax
an ordinary Sunday
becomes a full array voyage
in the heavenly realms
Gangster and spy
A collaboration with Mike Ennenbach
hardly your everyday couple
the gangster and the spy
violent outlook hides
the teddy bear innocence
sweet aura concedes
a sinister cold heart
the rain fell dirty water from dirty clouds
landed with disinterest on his bald head
as he watched her slide into
the oversized chair with sinuous grace
the retold story of
beauty and the beast
in reverse
the modern Vito and Olga
sipping coffee latte
in the middle of a land
once flowing with milk and honey
cowboys, cattle and cotton farms
Name it and shame it
Fear, you little creep!
You are a liar
manifests in mountains
without walking tracks.
In fact,
you are pinned
underneath my thumb.
I call out your name.
You break
and run miles
with delusion
between your wobbly legs.
Fear, you little shit!
Pleasure
the scream
doesn’t justify
the pleasure
you give me
the scream
ends in
hoarse exhaustion
the pleasure
rolls towards
the shore
wave
after
wave
365 day blogging
the day we stop dreaming
is the day we lose ourselves
chasing our dreams
opens door for
what life has to offer
in fullness
I once was on the verge of dying
only by holding onto
the string of an old dream
that I survived
when a dream was chased
it opened a treasure box
life offered to me
what I would never dream of
– peace, love, joy
in honouring
a little girl who once
dreamed of farm living
and literature writing
#blog 1st Birthday
Sandy
Post shock
the truth that
you have gone
is like
the cold sweat
after a nightmare
it pierces the numbness
to thrust
the cruel reality
upon me
Flicker of Thoughts 