Fumbling

Heart thumping in my fumbling body young

To make good sense of things to come

May be one hardship unanswerable by tongue.

The search has stopped that once yearned for remedies

For the distance between his eyes and mine.

That great expanse, draped with strings of memories,

That with love and longing do intertwine.

Clocks will tick.

The dust will settle around us

The air will thicken with the stuff

Until I am a smudge in his line of sight

And that will be enough.

Clear Water

I did a flip off a sandbar

Into the sea.

Forwards, then backwards,

Both were scary to me.

I would run up

To the edge, where the water got deep

then turn away just as quickly,

Avoiding the leap.

My body wouldn’t listen

To what my brain said to do!

Jump, tuck, spin, splash!

But then I thought of you.

The fluidity with which

You do all you dare

Cleared my thoughts, and with that,

I flipped in the air.

Numb

She was silent.

He was still.

Skies played melodies of flame over their heads,

Hair so close to being singed.

And with the nights came a swirl of reds

Soaked in the earth’s secrets unhinged.

They never looked up to see-

Never saw what could be.

Just shy of flashpoint-

Flyaways.

Roaring flames and dull crowns-

Disjoint.

Bodies warm.

Eyes cold.

Lives lived.

Nothing t’behold.

 

 

World of Wonder

Will I whisper in your ear?

Feel your calloused hand in mine?

Will we charm the passerby?

Will my eyes draw your outline?

When I look at you

Will I know

What your arms feel like around me,

Your voice an embrace, musical and low?

Like all our lives are for each other

So devoted, so content

One lifetime, plus another,

Is this how our love’ll be spent?

Changing only in color

Your steady eyes gaze at me.

Will I someday look back and tell you,

What I’m sure you already see?

I care for you, my darling friend

And wonder what could be

If we each took one step closer

To dance more intimately.

 

 

London Airport

Am I to just stand here

As my heart is whisked away?

Thoughts dissolving into wordless matter

As I think of what to say.

The pitter-patter inside my chest-

I say, it must be false

For there is no doubt at all

That I have given you my pulse.

But pause! Oh wait!

Perhaps it could be true!

That this heart, full of joy and life,

Has been given to me by you.

Your Eyes

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Watercolor by Claire Scott

Your eyes, they tell much more

Than your mouth.

Your slender smiling moving mouth,

Making words out of sounds

Sentences out of words

Thoughts out of sentences.

But your words don’t tell me a thing.

Small talk gibberish is not what holds us in place.

The fire behind your eyes

Fuels mine

And mine yours.

The crescendo of heat keeps me with you.

To stray out of this radiating warmth

Would be to step away

From what

We live for.

For we live to be alive.

I know you do. In your eyes, that is what I see.

Oh stranger, what a spark I have found.

What flint we are!