The Seamstress

If I love you,
I will lose you,
Should nature adhere
To the only rule
My empress knows.
This is my experience;
Behind her brows
With volcanic glows
A new statue is born,
Her odes and her notes
On how to cope
Bolted into my
Motionless
Cobalt palms.

If I love you,
I will lose you,
For so long I chose
The isolated way
To disprove such losses
Imprinted in
My fingertips;
My father,
My brothers,
My daughter,
The others;
My friends,
My purpose,
A memory of lovers,
My name
Without end;
Even her squid ink blood
And her cuttlefish bones
Say they are unable to mend
My skipping-heart stones.

If I love you,
I will lose you,
So forgive me
If sometimes
I dye my eyes and
Blind myself from love,
Hermetically sealed
In a bluebell forest
Of muted tears,
My self below;
Without these fears I am useless,
Her presence above
Keeps me in the only
Lonely mortality
I have ever known.

Softly, as soft as the first falling snow,
Softly her sadness is sewn.

No More For Me The Sun

No more did you need for me,
No more for me the Sun;
Desire’s a mangy bedfellow
When beds are made for one.

He turned my pillow inwardly,
History’s eye disinterred;
Bled salt from me, then westerly,
Fulfillment is deferred.

In crackling ice behind a shed
I found a frozen stem,
Within its roots more frozen there
My love is laid to rest.

Designed For Kindness

We were only made for kindness.
And maybe too for love,

By times they sought to find us
We fled for heights above.

When marching near to wake us,
Briars brambled higher,

In passages returned to learn
They still can’t touch desire.

Millennia advanced,
And so too their militia,

Merely plumped our pillow-sage,
Impenetrable, the willow.

Being designed for kindness,
Sunk in sternum bone,

Though finally they killed us
With a single stone;

Though finally they killed us,
Who will now atone?

Savour The Saviour

Our love surpassed the ages;
We walked through antechambers
Lubricated by sun-bleached places
Where Summer rages
And engines hum
As life rises and buffers.

Unsuppressable truth,
Our love summoned blossom-snows
In August’s tundras, carved
In the rough rouge caves of March
Strange and exotic pentagrams;
Where our words were carved
You could taste just by touching.

Blood-golds infused and fast,
Conjoined with green tea
And lemongrass, tattooed by
These latest sensations
Our loving souls will outlast.

Ode To My Son

Do not count our losses
Like loose blue beads that save;
Though bruisewort and wild mosses
Overwrought my daily grave,
In your deeds I only see
Hope devoid of hegemony,
And how a heart embosses.

Those fathers who fulfil their duty
Know the mark of every day;
Self-assured, and inner beauty,
You are both the prayer and way.
In your deeds I only see
That I made you and you made me,
Undismayed by aged mutiny.

If I revived myself to life undone,
Though they recant such powers,
I’d expunge the knife and shun,
Take rain from May-time showers.
In your future we will find
Solutions for my weaker mind;
Happy Father’s Day, my son.

No Way Back

Forever will it be the case
That those I love most deeply

Are not the ones most likely
Dissipating in vague apparitions

To be missed every long grey
Overcast day.

When Love and Loss entwine
Through ramshackle

Outback outposts
In my abandoned mind

One suffocates the other
Until there is only ivy,

No jasmine for fragrance,
No berries for wine;

A vast and dusty plain ahead,
My road home, my signposts

Disappeared without a trace,
And I am standing here,

A village sank in sand
But gravestones remain standing

Throughout a land made parched
And perilous, so very long ago.

Endless Moons

Your smile lights up your face,
Your face lights up a room,
Light this world around you.

For you are vibrant candle-life
And concomitant fuel;
Within that waxing we will find

There burns another two –
Red and orange flickers,
In Chinese Lantern hearts

My lungs like old balloons.
Tea-lights in these lotuses
Over lakes, beyond pontoons,

Causeways through a thousand
Tiny, endless moons,
A route, a moment in time,

A kiss made statuesque
Within my memory of you.
Your smile lights up your face,

Your face lights up a room,
And when the night has found its place
Your light’s inside me too.