Monday, May 4, 2020

Summer's End

At Summer's end
you are a miracle
sleeping on my shoulder
we are dying and dancing
in the soft light
of Autumn

an ocean of sea and salt
I lick the salt
from your chest
we have dissolved
our heavy limbs
climbing like
grapevines

we can be anything
the roar of the sea
the calm dream of death
I am flooded
and complete
at the same time

Wednesday, April 8, 2020

The Magnolia Tree

After a year of making changes
I’ve thrown out old clothes
  crockery
    and judgements

screamed at my reflection
in the mirror

sat with myself
for the first time
and had a conversation 
realised I’m not bad
to talk to

contemplated
what it means to be 50
accepted mortality
understood
what it means to die

reclaimed my sexuality
revisited my 16 year old self
who never really left

watched the wind pass through
the magnolia tree
witnessed their flowers scorch
in the summer sun
only to rebloom again