Barely contained

Have you ever
Have you ever wanted someone so much
It crippled your mind

Have you ever needed someone so much
It burned you alive

You spoke my heart out in my ear
So I am under no illusion, delusion, of this resolution

There are ripples, a volcano, firecrackers, hot springs in my heart

I lay face down to keep them simmering, stewing, supressing

Behind the giggles



Sulphurous fumes bubbling up hot springs
Pressure cooker letting out scorching  steam
Our giggles channeling burning needs

Test of patience

a blessing or a curse
ability to see the end
standing at the starting line

what’s in between
my zone out territory
are many animations

ants on a hot plate
octopus in frenzy delinquency
penguins in distress
snails on strike

for self amusement
I dream up mismatches
hopeless romantic and psychopath
rescuer and victim
provider and freeloader

it doesn’t matter in the end
harmony or dissonance
started at the same line
ended in destiny
what’s in between
test of patience

Daydreaming

with my eyes close
remembering the care free
once in my possession

late summer days
sky blue as the clear reflection
of a still lake
under a swaying elm tree
watching the hula dancer
whirling the grass skirt

the sporadic sunlight
playing laser skirmish
I surrendered with
straight lined eyes
escaping its piercing
perfect timing to drift off
in the midday heat

tropical islands
prismatic corals in crystal water
hot breeze brushing my sundress
the hula dancers
whirling their grass skirts

swallowing down my dry scratchy throat
thirsty for the fresh coconut liquid
olive tanned skin man
cutting coconuts with a machete
thud!

thud thud!
no signs of coconuts
only pigeons
pecking lawn grubs

the intermittent sunrays
still fairly playful
I surrendered by
packing up my picnic rug
concluded my dreaming of the day

Tunnel Gallery

living in the gloomy dullness of life
I saw the piercing light
like the mobile phone notification flashing at night

walking through this unfamiliar tunnel
seeker of the illumination
stretch my arms to the walls
guiding my path in the pitch black

my fingers interpreting the rough fossils on the walls
they speak despair, torment, light and beauty
frame by frame these engraving paintings of art
I drench in all the emotions on offer
without sight
my kinesthetic fingers
reading them in wondrous

you are the light drawn me to the walk
your life I have experienced
in this tunnel of art
when I finally reach you
I will be undone, done and
completed!