Germination

When it rains in spring I imagine the water seeping into underground spaces,

little pockets of hope where seeds wait, wanting.

We are not quite enough just yet.

But with these few atoms and the tilt of the earth

we slide into existence, all vigour and vitality,

We emerge and for a moment we are prefect, potent, potential.

January

I go a little crazy in January

every year it’s the same

I blame SAD, but I really don’t know

why I fuckin’ hate it so!

 

The claustrophobic sky just won’t

give up it’s blue,

only fuckin’ grey will  do

in this godforsaken month.

 

And i feel that every aspect of

my life is shit and not worth squat

and i fight the urge to bolt from it,

from you.

 

And part of me feels January

is the month of revelation.

The rest of the year an illusory

trashy paperback stack

of lies.

Then January arrives

with a truth, that’s hard to deny.

 

I’m fuckin’ counting the days until you are gone,

January.

 

I can do without your cruel candour,

your honest bullshit.

Let me live in blue skies,

in fragrant daze,

and the solace of lies

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mistletoe

It waits at the end of dread,

that path I tread

each year.

and each year I said

I would no longer dread.

That I’d give it a miss

I’d no longer kiss under that parasitic branch.

Yet here I stand,

puckering up

with a fear in my gut

that my life is a sham,

that all that I am

for the rest of the year

is a careful facade

for although I try hard

I always end up

in line with the rest

of the herd

and at best

I’ll utter a protest

an unheard request

that we pass it by,

but a lovers sigh

is hard to deny.

and so at the Plain of Lethe

I arrive

born again, renewed,

alive

to traverse the year

oblivious to

the ineluctable path

that will lead me

to you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

After

Your breath on my neck catches a strand of hair,

butterfly wings against my skin.

Your arm, heavy against my chest

Like a secret.

Your hand lightly cups my shoulder,

Fingers flicker like flames

As you begin to drift.

My arm against your belly

As we rise and fall.

For a moment we are in synch,

I  hold on to a pleasure

that slowly recedes,

Our breath separates

and we continue on alone.

 

 

 

Lost In You

I was alone and happy in my own universe,

And then you found me, hiding in clear sight.

‘A penny for them’ you said, and I smiled and gave them up.

All of them.

Am I truly lost in You?

For out Here I don’t know who I am!

Exposed to the scrutiny of your understanding

I am insubstantial,

Eroded.

I search for my reflection, but see only your mastery.

Love has diminished me