Sunday, March 18, 2012

would you like to know the words
that come to me, upon
any visions of you?

how I caught my breath,
struck silent - or transfixed -
caught in a web woven out of
sunlight, and the way it touched your skin

you with your eyes almost closed,
face turned upwards toward the clouds
oblivious
of how your face in profile and
the line of your neck, shoulders, body, all run together
in perfect dips and angles,
perfect highlights and shadows vying for place
on your skin;

and it seemed to me then a moment still,
caught in time, a snapshot freeze-frame
of beauty
at its most unknowing and its most
serene.
eyes like forest
thrown with amber light
warmth the colour of whiskey,
or apple cider in the dead of winter -

eyes like forest, not in colour but in mystery
in depth, secret life and motion
and when closed, in quiet peace
like the silence of the woods, only
the small sighs of the earth and
life's rhythmic breaths rolling through the calm -

eyes like forest,
alight with fire, bursting colour and light,
and sometimes sweet and deep as honey,
pooling
slow in natural luxury.

Saturday, January 21, 2012

If silence
is golden,
then I
am richer than Midas.

aftertaste

and then,
I'll remember the times
when it started to get hard
and I'll remember
the anger
more than the smiles,
the silence
more than the laughter,
and in the end I'll wonder

what I ever saw in you.