Process

Sad.

Ecstatically so

sometimes

a relief

familiar sting

me

so I know I can feel

something borrowed

from an old

feeling blue

and black

and beaten back

and tired in my

mind the gap

is growing

between you and I.

 

‘Human beings

 

are multifaceted’.

Not me, I’m afraid

just the two for me

thanks.

 

A lot of time

is spent on thinking

so I’m creeping

along this tempting prescipisce

I’m on the edge

is drawing

close your eyes

are searching

expecting something

solid

but lumps of what’s the matter

break off like waves on cliffs

inside me.

 

 

Bi

meaning two

as in bicycle

(a two-wheeled form of mechanical transportation).

Polar

meaning opposition

(two opposing sides).

I am conflict embodied

in a nutshell

limbo comes naturally

to me;

contorted shapes

resembling feeling

but never settling

in one place or

the other.

 

 

Woman

you’re a mess

emotional and stressed

no discipline but passion

you’ve got bags of it

some might say

too much

you’re a wreck washed up and

loose.

‘Have you had a lot of sexual partners?’

Body mind and soul

(That last one was a joke)

(Even the second I’m sceptical about)

(Perhaps I’ve lost my mind

and that’s why I’m a vessel).

 

It’s important

to see clearly in the dark

 

the way the eyes adjust

to take in all the grey

pigments

regenerate to accommodate the complexity

of darkness.

Where light

causes the cells to decay

to die

in fact

in the absence of light

they grow.