Thursday, November 30, 2017

The Whisperer

He sits
Beside me
Lithe of limb
Liquid eyes
Pools of brown

Probing with a
Stillness, searching
Through the
Skins of
My masquerade

Words tumble
Against my teeth
Swallowing, I
Force them

While he
Watching my
Swirling thoughts
In silence

While I
To stop from
Slipping, stroke
Grey wool, to
Ground myself

And I wonder,
I wonder
What he thinks
In silence
As he waits

This whisperer
Who, lithe
Of limb, and
Eyes of brown
Sits beside me

While words
Tumble against
My teeth
I, with a sigh
Have learnt

I have learnt
To smile, to dance
To keep
The veil

Of the masquerade

Monday, November 27, 2017


I hear the silence
The space

Between breaths
As our lips meet

The unspoken intensity
Of aloneness parading
As passion, gulping
At your breaths

I hear the stillness
The space

Between your
Heart beats

The eternity
Of longing
In the spaces
Between the beating

In the silence
In the stillness
In the spaces
I am naked

We clothe ourselves
With kisses, synchronizing
Heart beats calling
It love

But love I find
In the stillness

Before I kiss
In the spaces

Of our hearts
And in the silence

The silence

Of our spaces