As many ripples and visions
Of blueness as there are
Waves breaking
All loves,
Ever felt in this life
And the past and the next,
A distillation
Of moments that flip
The guts into a vortex of
Deepness never seen,
Never heard; only known,
Only now, no choice.
The force.
The silent pledge is the
Best pledge.
Only those that hear it
Know it,
And those that know it
Live it.
Until Death them do part.
Small light core on long legs with
Eyelashes ever ready to curl closely round you,
Lifting, but never
Arrogant, always present,
Stirring truth into spice, he disarms
Silence.
His laundry lines up cleanly
To his pit pat on the door-mat.
His jaw, neat and still, in
Grace, unless moved, grows pepper-
Corns which he combs together into his deep warmth.
She had bright
Red papier mâché,
He, a thick oak.
Between funerals,
The years, brittle,
Wan, now mingled
With the best ones –
Dusty joy,
Shared; striding, touching,
Swimming through the wind.
There is love, in the
Air, breath it in,
Breathe it out, leave
It at that, do not
Try to fill the lungs
With blood or the
Heart with air.
I will love some heart
So big, if he sank,
His wreck would be huge,
Marked out from Space, for
Aliens to find.
A month in a week
A day in an hour,
Our sums did not add up
But I did not care
And he did not count
Until now, then he
Totalled me and my
Figure fell short.
Don’t move, wait for
The vacancy between you
To fill with motion that
Churns space into understanding
That moves you to become
Two arcs moving as one,
Separate, yet fused.
Wherever you are
There is love,
Wherever I am
There is love,
If we meet,
There is love,
If we don’t,
There is love,
If you meet another,
There is love,
If we meet again,
There is love,
All loves lead home.
You are a world in a
Man, you are my heart in
My hand and my stomach
In a cup that can never
Be drained, you warm up
My soul with your pulse,
Your nostrils and your breaths,
Every hair that moves
On your face is lucky to be
Born near a warmth so
Keen it could run rings around
Me after circling the moon.
Being Every Day 