Stolen Youth

I stole a child today,
from a life she was set to lead,
adorable innocence standing, eyes wide, hair clean,
put her in my pocket and snatched her away from a mundane world,

Showed her the city skyline ablaze with lights, reflecting purple haze across the skyscraper sights
took her for magic carpet rides on the floor on my living room rug,
Held her close,
Made her honey on toast,
with butter dribbling down her chin,

Taught her foreign tongues, and the madness of the imagination
Saw her first successful bubblegum bubble,
and her first whistle,
Built the tallest card castle, and then knocked it down,
And danced in the rain -
yes,
danced in the rain,
like our lived depended on it,
like the clouds were performing for us,
like the clash on the crash was the thunder and
the strobe of the lightening was lighting our night,
As each puddle shivered,
As each pellet splashed our faces,
laughing in the face of cold and wetness,

Held her hand,
Listened to classic rock
she should have known,
before the boy made her feel small,

Gave her a gold fish in a round bowl,
to realise the subjectiveness of reality,
And the tangible is ephemeral.
It sparks out, and dies,
like all beauty,
like all things
end.

Stood facing into mirrors,
so she would see how she'd grow,
into me,
to be
a little girl chasing butterfly and boys all her life.


rubber band man

The man rebounded, tennis ball on elastic,

trampolining through another heart

in order to repair his own,

Vicious cycles of like attracts to like,

Relief sighed through his shoulders,

that she didn't love him,

need him,

forsee a future for them,

temporary recklessness suited them bother,

use each other,

balance against,

counter,

till strength returned,

and blinders would fall

and for the first time,

in a long time

he'd see he wasn't alone at all. 

snowglobe

you invaded with pruning shears,
secateuring your self in unsuspicious friendship,
into my heart,
seeped into my habbits, steeping in the liquid of my life,
becoming quietly important,
solidly permament,
in context.
Don't break out,
I hold you in a seperate snowglobe of security,
don't disappear, or invade my bubble,
I'll visit yours,
It suits me better. 

Moon Echo Morning

Breathe in, out.
exhale night on morning air,
           moon dreams on light
and hear,
bird songs and wake up calls
and snooze late alarm bells
and early appointment nightmares and...
                 stop.
skim your leg across his waist,
drape yourself,
skin on smooth skin
lips, not quite touching,
bodies, not quite solus
eyes, not quite closed.

Breathe in, out.
finger paint lazy figure-8s on his chest,
as it rises,
               and falls,
he brushes your cheek
feather light
touches your lips
slow
kisses your eyelids
tender

hard not to feel naked, watched, admired,
with feather light gentleness on a moon echo morning,
difficult not to want more,
                   not go faster
                   not push stronger,

but this burns longer, you say