Soppy poems

A second

ephemeral as clouds round your warm skull stubble whorled I hold my world feel your pulse beat as butterfly's wings of thought change history

Barbed Wire

Words, like barbed wire fences trap wild animals make the truth bloody, dead or tame so, meeting let's read each others' lips in silence touch on...

Crack

air aches a cracked bone movement grates I am still as a snowman shaped by others' hands silt of light, soft as ghost of smiles on frost knuckled...

Dawn

you say there's light in my eyes I am a mirror then for I've none but yours and when I watch the sun rise in your arms I catch the meaning of day