peckam pub

the kid playing pool with his grandfather
jumps and hops over the table,
tries to sink the yellow balls, but
he misses them all

- so his granddad follows his dance.

as i'm drinking alone and writing
gentleman come to offer me wine,
ask if my leopard shoes bite, and
i smile, and 
i grin, and 
i laugh!

the youth ones drink stouts and play darts, but 
who cares?
i keep my attention on the gold generation
because,

there's nothing wrong 
in helping a young man win,

and

there's nothing wrong 
in keeping an old man's hope,

- so i follow their dance.

even though i don't know much

i may not know much about love

- of Romeo and Juliet,

Apollo and Daphne, or

Samson and Delilah -

but I do know exactly

- especially when the sun rises or sets, and

we (distantly) cannot kiss –

that this weight on my chest

is you,

and that burden in your heart

is me.

ground

turkish coffee over lunch
your eyes spinning around my fate, and
that goodbye kiss between your arms

again
(and meanwhile)

the world hangs in candy canes, glitter 
and cotton candy clouds, 
up, up
in the sky.

between

he was minding the gap

between him and herself

he was

keeping her close

- distantly -

and,

like a lump in her throat,

he stood under her breath

nothing good ever gets away

she said
dancing in the platform, and

(one step back

and

two steps forward)

holding an entire ocean.

rush

quick,

I cannot wait any longer

before I see you again

not even a second, my love

and I too

I am kissing you right now

from your chin to your forehead,

from your navel to your scruff, 

and 

from my words to your heart.

unknown

my baby has garnet eyes, and

velvety hair - dark,

like the deepest sea

full with undiscovered life

my dearest has gifted hands, and 

a luscious smile - mauve lips,

like the deep water roses

where I may 
lose, and 
find myself anew

over, 

and over again.

blissful

I could write all night about this:

the tip of the paintbrush 

between the tips of your fingers

conducting an orchestra, and 

your wrist,

dancing a waltz with my heart, and

my eyes,

glaring

at the sublime.

sun rays

I want your lips on my lips, and
your legs around my neck,

I want your teeth biting my nipples, and
your sex filling my mouth,

and then

I'll want coffee - with you - every morning, and
the sun rays sweeping our bed,
and 
the clock announcing a time out

(but)

not for long, darling, not to worry
as I was meant to love you

every day, and
every night.

still there

Clapham at night time,
lights wash the pretzel store, and
we're still there, my love.

junctions

We kissed, once again

heading to different trains,

already missing each other.

there

Under the duvet

i am still leaning on you

You,

gently roaming around my waistline

I,

scenting new inches of your collar

And then I, telling
i need to get up

And you, asking

can I play you a song

Suddenly

dripping from the skylights,

the world 

drops in so odd, and

in tiny drops - so spare

and 
so unnecessary -

I,

want to hold your hand in that golden field

lay on the ground and stare at the blue sky

listen to the wind, playing with the hays,

and name all the clouds that pass above us

And then I,

will ask you to move inside me

and live within myself forever