Friday, 31 March 2017

Within her eyes

What is it like to look into the eyes of someone special, the eyes of a lover? It's like vertigo - you fall right in; all the way to the bottom. And as they draw you in, there is always that homecoming, that feeling of captive belonging and a belief that those eyes couldn't return the gaze of anyone else - ever.

Within her eyes


Do I see – or but sense – a molten flow
from green artesian eyes that widen slow
and draw me in where coruscations glow.

To know these wells is to be lost and caught,
to be undone, be still not drowning brought
where I – could not – conceptualise this thought!

Friday, 24 March 2017

You're

Here's one for You...

You're


...soft, all-rounded, nowhere flat,
no angles, edges, curved in places,
your contour-line geography's
to be explored and mapped by me.
Switched on, set to premium view,
you're box-office screening on my TV.

No drama queen playing roles
in on-demand series one to ten,
you're Juliet on your balcony,
there to be Romeo-ed by me.
Fit, in all the right places,
you're every hobby on my CV.