there were many exits and entrances
we spent all day like foreign bodies
in a wound
colliding continually
with our own made mess

I liked the white arches their alternate
devious way with wondering awry
if only
we'd had the equivalent of a compass
to find the painting by
but Laura found it as the gallery closed
there we both were clothed in paint
but little else
two people were discussing us
lying on the bed
they shook their heads and tutted
but little else was said
#poetry

My Tide

is controlled by Selena
I'm in love with every
moon she makes
the pale daytime
offerings mere shades
of me
every other
the full glowing desire
I have for Anais
the smell of her face,
her hands, her hair;
I am happy, controlled
by my Selena of the moon
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Silence

beside each other stand
the evergreen and deciduous,
which is the constant of the two?
Neither and yet both!
Silently one sheds brown needles
yet is called an evergreen
the deciduous cannot be trusted
as it sheds leaves every year
and in the summer heat
is known to lose vitality
they do what Nature tells them

unless some other force
ignores their silent presence
mistakes their lose of colour
or budding in late autumn
continues its perversity
until gone the eleventh hour.
#poetry

Matrix

how the matrix overhead
kept the wind out off the sea
when we kissed that day
I keep this picture of its winter
shielding two women
and when
I look at it there's the taste of your
mouth on mine
why does the world need to hate
when everyone could have
a love like ours
just for its picking off a tree?

The House

had come into their possession from an aunt
Sara
she was a lover of many rooms
the building lay on the opposite
side of the bridge
in the town
the six discussed what would
happen
but it was ultimately Laura's decision
they were happy living on the estuary
although Clarice was finding
it difficult
she suggested it would be perfect
for a female only brothel
or a museum for local artifacts
the others were rather shocked
although they understood
the suggestion impossible
#poetry