From cradle to dance floor grave
the love she desires more distant than
love letters recited by lost astronauts
Who reads her midnight poems
which fall as guitar string stars
into an orchestra of broken violins?
Desperately In Search of Craving Others
music she plays curates a braille museum,
dance girl, dance, in that summer dress
Darling, I hug a pillow
it’s you in my room
leaving thumbprints in tomes
turning tomb nights into
briefest-of-eternity tides
Darling, sail into my harbour
you can submarine drift as gushed diesel
slowly seeping towards my anchor
I wrote a poem fours before we met
wuthering cliches of darkening
clouds and hyacinth grenades –
waiting, your soul’prints into my words
Leave bow doors open
tender moonlight steers between thighs,
O Captain! My captivation is lit by streetlights.
Mattress overboard –
It only takes one shy smile to drown a man
I peel diamonds and rust from
the lighthouse between us,
always shining, or so it seems, into fog
