In Storms Let Us Anchor

In sea which storms ’neath

and wind which howls ’round,

let us head for the beach.

I will anchor you down.

To Fight the Tides / Anchor, Steadfast

If your ship

is fighting with the tides –

a fight it does not

want to fight

– I will drop anchor

with you,

steadfast,

and keep you from

falling

over the sides.

Go Ahead and Figure Out

Go ahead

and read my lines

to tell you

what you need to know,

and I’ll read

between yours

to figure out the same.

Maybe What You Mean

Maybe we don’t need words.

There are so many ways

to say just what you mean.

Walls

You be the walls,

I’ll be the windows.

Either way,

we can make it

feel like home.

Ninety-three Million Miles / A Single Step

Darling,

sunlight travels

ninety-three million miles,

and finds you

in its path,

only to be turned into shadows.

You can take a single

step –

or ninety-three if you like

– to continue on your path

and turn away

from shadows,

love.

Go Fish

Go fish? No thank you:

these cards are fine as they are:

I’ve already got the King.

Hold Tight Throughout and Fill

Hold on, tight, with five,

touch, throughout, the same,

and fill, complete, here too.

Roadmaps and Rollercoasters

This is a roadmap.

Never has an atlas

been so interesting;

never have the bumps in the road

felt so much like a heartbeat.

Circles would more often

make me dizzy,

queasy –

but not these.

They are the highs

of a rollercoaster,

made to enjoy

again and again.

Arriving At This Place – A Haiku

Arriving at your

embrace needs not a return

ticket from this place.

One Little Red Pin

At least

you are on the map;

little

while we stand above,

and seeming

barely

far

away.

I could count the miles

in minutes,

like there’s no need

to miss you –

not for

a

single

second.

Like we are one red pin,

not two.

Love and Other Bruises

Sometimes love is like

a bruise

that takes an age to go away,

and reminds you of all the things

that came with it.

Sometimes love is like

a bruise

that makes you laugh to yourself,

with the memory

of a moment

you could

never dream of taking back.

Leave a Shirt Behind

Leave a shirt behind,

then something else,

and more each time,

so that piece by piece

I might build you up,

and keep you here,

just built with love.

A Little Den to Hold You

There is often little room

for much more thinking,

so I have built

a little den,

with room for indulgence

and places for sleep,

just to have somewhere

to hold you.

Catch – A Haiku

I would search ‘cross lands

and tame every creature

if just to find you.

Decade – A Haiku

A decade with you

seems appropriate; you are

tens across the board.

Everything Is Living Magic

Everything here

is stardust;

as close as you could get

to living magic.

Darling,

don’t try to figure it all out;

you have never

asked questions

about the stars.

Sweetheart,

don’t try to make sense of it;

you never

count the stars at night,

you just

watch them glisten.

If everything is stardust,

then you are too;

as close to living magic

as you could

possibly be.

Answered Easily Here – A Haiku

Some questions answered,

are far too easily so:

yes is simple here.

Not One Thing

Soft lips gently kissed,

then missed.

Touched chest,

then becomes a place for rest.

Hand held,

and from wrist perfume smelt.

Eye’s deep looks unhidden,

smile crooked given.

Tongue on every single taste,

not one thing here is gone to waste.

This House is Living

This little house is living.

Clear window eyes,

firm bricks for skin,

each trinket like a fingerprint.

Electric heartbeats,

and taps which pour with laughter,

doors unlocked before and after.

This house, here, is living.

Look Through The Windows / Stop The Wait

May no one

look through the windows,

while

we undo our waiting.

That said,

it seems unlikely,

while the air heats up,

and

clouds our windows,

so that we too cannot see,

only feel

and stop the wait.

The World / A Star

The world is big;

of course it is.

But then,

so are you –

even if it seems like you could not be

smaller;

your are more

than this earth could ever be –

you are

the heart of a star.

Brick Like a Heartbeat

Take a moment;

take

every single one.

Here,

there is brick

upon brick,

and all of them are yours.

Touch

each in turn,

if you want to;

one,

then another,

like a heartbeat

from a home.

Like a heartbeat.

Tornado / Look Away

Here he is:

a tornado of emotion;

high winds and destruction

that offer little peace,

and yet leave you

no desire

to look

away.

Deep Breath

Deep breath –

this too shall

happen all over again.

Deep breath,

or nothing at all.

Like Helium

Not all the things

that are supposed to

lift

you up will do it;

something which seems

like helium,

might be more flammable

than you could ever have

imagined.

Even a Worm Will Turn

In dark quiet,

being simply as it is –

unassuming;

but in half cut,

being twice as loud –

unforgiving,

for even a worm will turn.

Someone Yell Cut

You are like a living ghost

in a silver picture come true;

gone,

and so haunting me,

but still here –

which is worse.

All those glittering dreams,

but I never cared

to star in my own horror

– and yet,

here we are.

Someone yell cut;

I’ve had enough.

It’s time to go home,

alone.

Clocks

Funny how clocks are circles,

when all things come to an end,

in time.

Count to Tense

One,

two;

take a deep breath.

Three, four;

panic.

Five;

you’re going to drop something.

six;

panic again.

Seven;

keep counting – ready.

Eight,

nine.

Tense.