Evergreen

One sole light, upper right window, grey colonial.
Dark age embrace.
Black reflection captures me back.
Somewhere in between I fell out of the cracks.
Stepping in because I fell in to place.
Melissa says it’s like snow on my face.
Snowflake tattooed, never replace,
Deface my skin
It’s love I miss.
No – I won’t be telling this with a sigh.
I did take the road less travelled by.
Cast Frost’s words away.
Sway with the wind.
Because the Evergreen grows where it settles.
Nestles in the ground, shoots up to the sky.
And I’m high in Brian’s basement.
The secret sophist world revealed to my curious mind.
Find where I reside.
With a walk across the bridge and a harbour view
Few can say they’ve seen what I’ve seen
With my own hazel eyes.
Not brown, not green,
Somewhere in between.
Because love doesn’t concern itself with anatomy or physiology.
She’s just it, to me.

Whispered Words

Whispered words in cotton curves.
Palm to palm, bodies blurred.
A pulsing beat is my muse
But she moves to wailing trumpets, smooth jazz.
Cymbals clang; she sways with the crowd.
I trace her curves, her accented words
Show me the truth in my soul.
Contentment in a breath.
Discover the depth
In a lingering kiss
It’s you I miss.
Such sweet sorrow
In a parallel universe of simplicity
She stays in my sanctuary.
I call to her to lead me astray.
Because on that warehouse floor
She let me dance.
In a trance she stared – looking at me.
And time stands still in snapshots of memories
Portray a display of lights, a fine red wine
She dined with me, spent some time.
And in the dark of my room shadows danced on the wall
Unafraid to fall.
Trouble resisting temptation
In blue glass reflections.
Caption reads Beez Neez
But it’s you I need.
To paralyze Mr Hyde.
With miles in between to agonize.
Cut them down to size.
And feed upon my hungry heart.
Start.
Come live your life with me.
Let’s savour our eternity.

Confessions on a Cafe Floor

Good Vibes prescribes 'Be You. Change the world.'
I scribe Confessions on a Cafe Floor.
More than meets the eye.
Scorpio can prophesize while I seek epiphanies and philosophize.
Spy what lies beneath.
She greets me and we debrief.
Solve the world's problems one espresso at a time.
Shovelling mulch we're West End's Sass and Bide.
Nothing to hide behind the steam. Full cream.
Skinny latte not for me.
We're...whispering radicals. Not fanatical.
Sipping on San Pellegrino.
Guerilla gardening not a novelty.
'Cause on her streets a Passionfruit tree.
We pick the fruit and taste the juice.
And we two queens none the wise rise to meet
Each other's eyes.
Find where her heart resides.
It's love in every cup. A kiss in a cake.
Our passion's at stake.
As we hold down the fort- Rosie's in our court.
And from our roots shoots a sturdy oak.
No need for a bloke.
We're two women strong.
Behind the machine's where we belong.