Let the silence grow within
like a secret never told,
like a fist clutching from inside,
like sunset on quiet sea.
The secret whispers, then,
deep into eyes that don’t see.
The hand unfolds, then,
reveals what was never kept.
The night caresses the day,
torn like ancient gods once were,
and silence spreads without a gesture
and opens motherly eyes offering, at last,
the most demanding shelter.

From Senses

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Fallen angels we are, wandering still
across the eternity of suspended moments,
through this grey land of restraint
and tidy, petty joys to be forgotten
or shown like notices on a wall.
We try to remember what we are,
where we are or when should we be,
but our hands carry no promises nor gold,
our knowledge brings no bodily action,
our voices sound soft, our smiles tempting
but we fail to invite your heart ...

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When I close my eyes
and stop breath
space becomes wider, like falling,
wider than the grey clouds
spread, uniform,
to the end of the world
like mud in water,
wider than you and I,
and loneliness is falling backwards
through the darkness of a void present
with this high pitched sound
of a whistle between two wires
so stretched that touching cuts.
I fall backwards, sightless,
in a dreamlike slow motion,
like not ...

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I watch your perfect body,
like a perfect bird of prey,
from above the bed we share
for this time with no measure,
and the unblinking stare
spreads with a purpose
over the landscape of you,
as if moving with the wind
through hills and hidden streams,
through veiled glitter and shadows,
eyes never open, never fully shut.
Like flying from remote places,
I see, in renewed wonder,
hands stretching from nowhere
to h...

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When you look at me I do wondrous things,
the fingers gain the precision of keys
opening more doors within stones and trees
and the voice a sound of shared secrets,
hidden amongst other names unknown,
but nothing in the perfection of all things created
that we had when we looked from here to the other side.

I only do whatever I do because you gaze at me so,
with the eyes of a child waiting for miracles to...

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So strong, the crystal clear sorrow,
that breath is left forgotten
to lie at the heart of emotion
and, though words chain together,
no reason will extract them from sound.
Why do you cry within my heart?

So delicate, the crystal clear voice,
that I can see the body I don’t know,
the tense curve of the thin neck,
the bare arms drawing the absence,
not from the lover, who left, but from within.
Why do you sing...

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Whenever I drive from far to see you
under the blessed sky of certain sunsets,
birds flock like crazy over moving tree tops,
wings flapping by the ever deserted road,
dark and purposeless in their movements
but with a reason on their cries,
and leaves shake and echo strong
the wind and the distant sea,
announcing the rain to come.

Neither day nor night gives us shelter,
neither swift thoughts nor reasoned e...

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Suddenly, words visit me
and, when they do, they come all at once
and, sitting here, I’m nowhere.

Sometimes I give up on life, then,
to tell you the wondrous story
of what life couldn’t have been.

I sit again by your coffin, mother,
and talk wordless to what remains,
still evaporating from the body

and appeasement comes, at last,
from colourless sounds and images
anchored in thin,...

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There was a serpent in me,
curling, asleep, at the bottom of a lake,
and the lake was deep and cold,
dark, still water where nothing would live,
nothing would cross or touch
the large, motionless, sharp scales.

Now, the serpent is awake outside,
feeding on lust, passion, and anger,
untamed, ungrateful, like the jinni,
to you, for waking her up not knowing.
Me, I step back and watch in wonder
the joy of long...

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