The end of a week
The light from the bed-stand lamp shone onto your hair
It was a wheat field at sunset, it was an empty clay field in New Mexico
With its saturated yellows, blacks and reds. I brushed my fingers across the plain.
I felt the grain brush and twist between my fingers.
You pushed your back closer to my chest and sighed happiness
And I continued to memorize every detail of the moment
...Sunday 24th December 2017 6:11 pm
Rooftops
It’s amazing how you can look into someone’s eye’s and see a universe.
A universe with planets and stars placed against the dark
A universe where life breathes through every orifice
And the lights of consciousness ignite and pull forward gravity
You can look into someone’s eyes and see a universe
The perfect universe
Where everything is where it’s supposed to be
A univers...
Thursday 19th October 2017 4:37 am
A note on my phone
Seething with emotion she stood by the cliff
She felt too free to move away
And too much a coward to jump in.
Watch the waves sway
Blown back by eastbound winds
Frothing sea foam covered the wave-tips.
The whistle of air tickled her limbs
Sea spray shot onto her lips
The sun lay halved on the distant horizon
Sinking like a ship at sea
With its passengers glo...
Friday 13th October 2017 6:38 pm
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