Tag: #same-sex
First light
I was meant to find you here
In the feathered hour before waking
Where, gentle with sleep
You moulded yourself to dreamscape
Timid our hope to find, in straining dawn
Within the stream of our wandering mind
Elucidating like synchronized swimmers, carving ever decreasing circles
Each head sleek with water, diving deeper, ever tauter
From such depths we surface, forming mosaics on our skin
From seemingly unrelated moments, they wind, mirrored twine
Like treasure-seeking may leave us penniless
Laughing in the bask of adventure and
Oh the divers urge to search beneath surface
And never grow complacent or bored
For this day streaming on us, liquid silver, holds all promise
If we just examine, the way forward is forged
Out of darkness like a bright brand, quickening
Come to the frightened as they implore Titans
Leave us just a moment longer in the belief
Love can last a long wild run, barefoot and laughing
Into ocean and beyond ourselves as stones are thrown ever wider
Tracery, to the excited call of children and their hopes unfurling
Taking to warm sky, kaleidoscopic red and gold
Where you begin to wake, your eyes capture and hold
First light
Herself
She is, dismissed by men her age who
Gaze hungrily at girls their daughter’s age like
Wolves without pelts, urging toward light
Perhaps they think youth will keep them steady, as age creeps into their veins
But their heads, empty yet, of the carousel of experience
Her soft skin does not reflect the many places she will inhabit
A wisdom in her eyes will more than compensate for any lines
As they draw together in laughter and back again with the sketch of time
She may
Lament her losses but surely not regret the gain
Of a certain suppleness of mind
Hers will one day be, the confidence found over fifty winter’s more
She draws you in with her knowing, like familiar shore
It would be her bursting chest of pressed flowers, against my own, making greater indent of memory
Not a fledgling bird nor snared fox but the beauty of a falcon, gazing into distance
Her love would be measured then blown about the room in spirit form
To chase my wonder of her self possession
She stands in a gown looking out and I see
A bead of sweat we made, caught on her neck like a pearl
Even as I touch her she is untouchable, for her strength
Was forged in deep water and honed over the years like a well turned bell
Can be clearly heard, ringing us towards her
Back still straight and the scars of her living like jewels
She has brought life, she has survived beyond herself and the low imprint of convention
Free of such empty things she is now a lover released from expectation
To be at last
Herself
Carburetor
I knew it when
I popped the car hood
instead of the gas tank lock
and you
without chastising
pressed it shut
the movement of your muscles
against your pink shirt
a combining of female and male energy
my Korean acupuncturist said
ill-health comes from imbalance
and I
may love a girl
with a neck like a tropical flower
but we flow through one another
yin and yang
taking branches of each others
life force
gathering energies like streaks of rain
hitting the windscreen as we drive
listening to old songs
hand in hand