Your face does not yet own a poem.
I saw it yesterday for just a moment and I know.
Who are you that nobody has written about you?
In your walk you own the coming of a storm;... more »
Now that you’re with me things have changed,
even the word ‘here’ is not the same.
Now I say it more often than I used to –
I say ‘come here’ and I kiss you,... more »
Dusk passes gently over you,
wayward woman of my bed, ache of my heart.
You made me promise that I’d sleep.
I whispered that I would wait inside you until sunrise,... more »
We were naked.
Rain fell on the window.
I kissed you here.
And there.... more »
In this dark,
in this light,
you... more »
Early this morning,
we swam in the sea,
and drifted, on the hot waves.... more »
I have worn you on me like sunshine,
I have kissed you until my mouth was yours,
I have smelt your skin in the morning,
and known everything about the way you sleep.... more »
I didn’t need to hear the rain
or watch the lone swallow flying
through it like a lost arrow
to suddenly remember you.... more »
From the edge of the dark you came,
cutting through the angry tide with your naked sails.
In the luscious haze you shone like a lazy star
and rippled the night out towards my shadows.... more »