Air

Closing my eyes
I can feel the light 
over the horizon
heating my skin
my pores basking
and when 
I open my eyes
It's your warmth
radiating all over me
and into my heart.

Hey Moon

I know it's been so long
since we saw each other last
I'm sure we'll find some way

to make the time pass

Hey moon
It's just you and me tonight
everyone else is asleep
Hey moon
If I was to fall
I would fall so deep

Though I doubt I'm gonna,
You can wake me up if you wanna

And your pale, round face
makes me feel at home in any place
I would happen to be
At a quarter past three

The moon chased the sun out of the sky
Goodbye sun
the night's begun

The moon chased the sun out of the sky
Goodbye sunshine
the night is mine

Hey moon
It's just you and me tonight
everyone else is asleep
Hey moon
If I was to fall
I would fall so deep

Though I doubt I'm gonna,
You can wake me up if you wanna

I would hate for you to hang there alone
The whole night through

And I would love to spend the whole night
Just looking at you

And those seeds, little stars
You spread around
They make such a dramatic background

I don't care for sunbeams
No, I need the night to feed my dreams

And that's why
The moon chased the sun out of the sky
Goodbye sun
the night's begun

The moon chased the sun out of the sky
Goodbye sunshine
the night is mine

Hey moon
My old friend
Hey moon
The night is coming to and end
Hey moon
Come back soon 

~ Molly Nilsson

você é linda

Smell of your skin all over me,
I feel the texture of you 
sliding through my fingertips.
Coffee-coloured eyes
staring into me, warming.
In the dim evening light
soft freckles twinkling like stars 
on a misty coastal evening.
I’m melting towards you
your kisses traveling through me,
hot breath in my mouth
your fiery tongue licking my heart
Our lips and bodies clasped.
Each time you turn to look at me,
I'm lost for a moment,
caught in time
wondering "is she real?"
Oh, but you are so real,
as real as the calm ocean 
we've already shared a number of times
Your calmness and freedom rolling
like the gentle waves that cover us
in loving salt kisses 
under our summer moonlit skies.

Death and rebirth

To create we must destroy
To grow we sometimes must endure loss.
In the last three hundred and sixty four days
I have lost and gained more
than in the last forty two years.
It's fitting that tonight 
I'm the loneliest I've ever been.

The Next Day

The next day.
The following day.
The day after.
Always a page to turn,
a new paragraph to read,
a new chapter to start.
A new book in the series.
The pages are a constant.
The print on the paper is a constant.
Opening our eyes the next morning is a constant.
Our first breath before we speak is a constant.
There’s always a carriage.
The waves need the ocean.
The tides need the moon.
Our feelings need the voice.
Our soul needs the heart.
A kiss needs a recipient
An embrace needs a body
People need each other.

Less Is More

A long time ago
I would've wondered
"what does this mean?"
I guess time away
has made me feel safer
knowing that less is more.
Too many questions
can be a burden
but living in the moment
can be an open road.
 

Daydreams from a Blue Screen

Sick of the scrolling
pausing at you every time.
Pondering the feel of your dark mane
spilling through my fingers.
My eyes pour at your waist and hips
nestled inside my right arm as we walk.
Your merlot fingernails brushing
the side of my neck as I inhale
a faint sweetness on your skin.
Sick of typing and not seeing
your eyes absorbing my words,
trapped, waiting for your thoughts
to appear in a new blue bubble,
that in my dreams I hear whispered,
languidly with warm breath into my ear
as your head rests on my shoulder.
Sick of sitting, imagining the quiet stare
the ice in our drinks melting between us
Then I snap awake from my reverie
seeking more pixellated details,
dreaming about your laughter
echoing onto the footpath infront of us
as again I scroll on...

Honesty

I can feel myself
getting uncomfortable.
Now you know things.
I've rolled my sleeve up,
showed you some scar tissue.
Can you handle
what I have to give?
Are you ready
for the real thing?
To go beyond 
'just the idea'?

The Magical Ram

In just a short moment
you've crawled underneath
In just a few short hours
you've slipped through 
and exposed me.
Your vulnerability 
is my vulnerability
Your thoughts
are my thoughts
Every sentence you say
matches the beat of my heart
I feel your voice traveling 
right through my soul
My eyes want to spill
as I hand you the keys
I'm defenceless now,
open, waiting...

Circle of lights

A long time ago
I loved you with my all heart and soul
The years have passed and gently dulled it
into a memory with faint colourless echoes.
Instead of pain I feel thanks:
our crossing provided an opportunity,
a chance for me to look deeper into the mirror,
to grasp who I am, who I was meant to become,
and to begin to write a new chapter
with new characters and dreams.
Once a dark dead space lay lifeless,
and is now bathed with light, colours and a heart of fullness.
The glorious cycle of life from death is complete,
and only one certain thing lies beyond: 
anything I wish for to be or to not to be.

Blinding lights

All I ever wanted to do
Was to see you glorious
To bask in your brilliance
As we held each others hands.

A Full Cup

Sometimes I wonder:
- will I ever have room 
in my heart for another?
You've taken up 
all of it for so long.
 

Kane

Surrounded by red dust
and the blazing run
In the dry desert heat
we found each other

I followed you,
And you followed me.
I worshipped you,
You worshipped me

I'd break myself again
Bruised and battered,
You'd bandage me.
Saving me, over and over.

When I had no home,
You were my home.
When I was broken
You glued me back together.

Opposites and reflections
Enemies and twins
You are my brother
I love you Kane.

It's you, or nothing. So nothing it is.

Lithe, with a mane of gold

Silently gliding through the world
The breeze sliding over her fresh skin
A laugh forever echoes through my mind.

But wait:
Her laugh isn't your's.
She's not you.
None of them will ever be you.

Now all of them are nothing.
But you're everything.
I want nothing anymore.
Unless it's you.

Midnight In Paris.

Paris
The banks of the Siene at midnight
Our heels clacking on cobblestones
Lips melting over lapping silent waters
An inky sky wavering above us
Rolling silken like the shining sheets
Of the bed we fucked in that very morning
As we woke to wafts of fresh coffee
and hot breads rising in the new day's air

Paris
Our feet wandered you aimlessly
In its days of heat and cooling nights
You were there with me, squeezing my hand in yours
Ah, but now my love, you fucking ruin Paris,
A poison of interjection in every frame of my minds film
Je t'aime pour toujours et toujours
But when, when will you leave me
So at last so this city can be mine?

Sometimes it's easy, sometimes it's not.

I never liked anyone as much as you.
I'll never like anyone this much again.
And it's over.
And this sucks.

Some Other Time.

Where has the time all gone to
Haven't done half the things we want to
Oh well, We'll catch up some other time

This day was just a token
Too many words are still unspoken
Oh Well, we'll catch up some other time

Just when the fun is starting
comes the time for parting
let's just be glad for what we had
And what's to come

There's some much more embracing
Still to be done but time is racing
Oh Well, we'll catch up some other time.

~ sung by David Fisher (Michael C Hall),
Six Feet Under Season 3 Episode 1.

Afraid.

A heart
blushing with warmth,
Is now numb.
Locked away,
buried deep from light.At peace with disconnect,
Shutdown, calmness.
Empty 
with nothing to give.
I'm drained, spent and parched.
"You changed me": now, I'm afraid. 
Too afraid to open again.

Scars.

Titles and phrases,
Notes played,
Words sung,
reminders of a broken heart.

Flee.

Watching.
Running after you.
Your mind swimming,
Your eyes in a daze,
The dizziness and panic setting in again.
Hot bile rising in your stomach.

Sobbing.
Sweat on your brow.
Rocking back and forth,
Convulsing vomit in each sob,
Heaving wails of burning acid.
No idea why.

Hands bound behind his back
So tight he bleeds
Unable to speak, unable to act
To do nothing but survey you
Your success to resist, your fight with no enemy,
Unable to change, unable to break out. 

He'll know the pain,
- one day his turn will come too.
The torturing observations.
The unanswered questions, sudden discard.
The loneliness, grey isolation,
Only his cries and a cold wind offer clarity...

... to the long circular marathon of thirty four years.
Pale cheeks crusted with dried tears,
Always looking over your shoulder
Always looking back,

No one ever comes close.

Running forever,
Running forever.