Now

Things happening now in mine and my friends lives and environment as i might consider it

My women before me

I dream of a blend of your faces As we have known them My women before me. So like nuts – the shell being unpicked to leave a sweetmeat centre
Cherry

15 weeks to go

There was firstly a sense of organic systems being checked In an orderly fashion Breasts – check Vascular – check Hormone levels – check And a gathering in my belly That was you

Fastening the seatbelt

There is a sandal being dangled From a big toe Backwards then forwards As you glide on your swing The harvest is high and lush this year

Fruitful

This is a slow and sure process It never got this far before The ground too unsteady with the heave of energy in motion To ever take hold This time All systems checked

Unpacking

There was always an admiring gaze cast to you – bouncing back to me However, remaining separate in our universes All this time Until We gripped each others boxes Eager to see their contents

When I was a car

When I was a car, children sat in on my seats Laughed, cried, dropped conkers and sweet wrappers Lost scarves Small ones threw up over me on long...

When I was a log

When I was a log When I was a log I used to lay on the ground and folk would trip over me. The leaves would nestle around me in the woodland floor...

Love is

A multi dimensional being Without physical form but harmonic nonetheless Warm and far reaching. Crosses frontiers. Enquires Nurturing Protects...