Lifting Up

These arms

want nothing more

than to

wrap themselves around you,

like a scaffold,

built to protect

this already perfect building,

in need

of little more than love,

and lifting up.

Draw a Line

Draw a line here;

you have been walking,

for long enough,

in the place

where it should have been.

Draw a line,

and stand behind it;

plant your feet,

and leave this be.

Lion’s Roar

But just to see your face

builds in me a lion’s roar

from deep within my chest.

Anything Else is a Gift

That road can wait;

we have already arrived –

everything we need

is right here;

anything else is a gift.

Rest Your Weary Feet

Give yourself a moment,

o’ sweetest thing of mine,

to take a breath

and rest your weary feet,

before embarking

on yet another something

from your list,

and running out

the bottoms of your shoes.

Next Time

There is always next time;

another chance

for our bodies to come

together,

and fall harder than before;

stronger,

with every beat of the drum.

Between Labours and Lulls

It seems utterly impossible

that you would think of me,

between all of your labours

and your lulls –

wondering

if I might need to be cooled,

or sustained,

or otherwise checked-upon;

it is a wonder,

that somehow

you can have your own

impossible world,

and yet

still find so many ways

to fit me in it.

But you do.

Melt Away

It is difficult to miss,

in those moments,

that all other things

just seem to melt away,

leaving only you,

and the gentle sounds

of breeze and flowing water.

Let Me Remember You

Let me remember you,

when you have forgotten

the importance

of water and food.

Let me remember you,

when you are

creating moments

for other people

and forgetting to make moments

of your own.

Let me remember you,

when you are busy

being busy

and are too restless to rest,

and you forget that breaks

are not broken promises,

and saying no

is not a sin.

Let me remember you,

when you forget about yourself,

because I could hardly forget you,

even if I tried.

So let me remember you.

And Then I Am Strong

I am

made of something

far stronger than iron –

usually.

But here,

I am weak,

three thousand times over.

All because

you light up a spark

in the centre of my chest,

and then –

somehow

– I am strong.

Once More

Again – please

– once more,

and again.

We Didn’t Regret

You didn’t regret

a single second

of letting me into your being,

and I didn’t regret

a single second

of being there.

The Moment You Were Ready

In the moment

when you softly said

‘Yes-‘

I knew you were ready,

like I was,

and –

just as I expected –

every piece of me

shouted

‘Yes’

right back to you

in the dark.

Ready

And all of a sudden,

you

were ready

at the cliff’s edge,

and so

we jumped off

together

all at once.

Tell You

If what you need

is for me to tell you

that every touch

is exactly as it should be,

then I will tell you,

again and again.

until you realise

that you already know.

I Didn’t Run

I didn’t run

the first time,

when you told me this was

something like a secret;

I stayed,

to your surprise,

knowing you weren’t a surgeon

or a lawyer,

and that sometimes

you take the help you need;

I was there,

when you told me

you couldn’t go any further,

just for now,

because you had no idea

what was waiting.

I still didn’t move,

when you told me that,

one day,

you might never again.

And so it seems,

from the first,

it was no secret at all

that I was glued –

unmoving –

to a spot within reach

of your hand.

Tell Me

Tell me

absolutely everything,

but –

please

– don’t explain yourself

to me.

Gift

Missing you is a gift –

Just What I Need

How on earth

are you

the simplest of things;

all ease

and comfort,

and just what I need.

Perfectly Arranged

I realise now

that holding you tight

is nothing

to do with diamonds;

as luck would have it,

you are already

this perfectly arranged

glistening gem;

my arms wrap round you

just because

that is where they need to be.

Song of the Morning Sunrise

The song

of the morning sunsrise

plays only the notes of your voice,

and then

with each new sunset

you bring me peacefully

back to sleep.

Heavy Lifting

Let me

hold your hand then,

when it stiffens

and you tire;

I can do the heavy lifting

for us both.

Morning Comes – A Haiku

Take your time, darling;

all this will still be right here,

when the morning comes.

Little Pieces

Little pieces of you

are slowly revealed,

at every

brand new moment;

you are

the gentlest mystery –

a great novel in

human form,

and I cannot help

but read you;

how on earth

could I

ever put you down?

Find Me in the Morning

Find me in the morning,

where you left me:

locked

freely inside your arms.

The sun might have gone,

but I had no intention

of leaving,

and she came back to us

in the morning,

all the same.

She borrowed

the light we had made,

as it flowed between

our fingers –

locked,

in the morning,

exactly where we left them.

Woven Fingers

It would take

too long to

find

the courage

to unravel

my woven fingers

from yours,

when really

I don’t

even want to.

Borrow Mine

When your muscles

start to ache,

borrow mine for a moment

and I will hold you up;

all you need to do

for now

is hold on.

Your Bones

Let these hands

hold your bones together

and let your hands

hold mine.

Nervous Hands

Your nervous eyes

are fine by me;

I’ll wait until they find their spot.

Your nervous lips

can talk

as quietly as they need.

Your nervous hands

are safe exploring;

no matter for how long,

I will still be wrapped

inside them,

holding tight.

Where I Really Forget Myself

It’s easy

to get lost

in the curls of your hair

and

the softness of your lips,

but the place

where I really

forget myself

is in the depths

of the small of your back,

which waits –

ever so patiently

– for the touch of my hand;

and there, at long last,

I am found.