H.24 – Treasure

I find it on the table

A dirty lid, a skeleton

a life caught in a

dark place, lost.

Long past decay,

a perfect specimen

a perfect gift for

a girl, with artist

for a middle name.

 

H.23 – Marla

Marla, arches her back,

stretching her long limbs,

drapping her body over me,

she sings softly in my

ear, her whiskers tickle my chin ,

as she graces me

with her devine attention.

 

H. 22 – The door to the sun

In the distance the rock  rests, against sky

A landscape dressed in shades of earth,

we wander closer , to gaze through the time

worn arch,  a window into  a dreamy sky.

Waiting always for the sunset to warm its weary

bones, to fill it with with summer light.

 

H.21 – Sleep

My  eyelids crave closure,

my brain is engulfed in fog,

fingers slipping on keys,

deleting a line or two  my

body fuzzy, begging for rest,

But l can hold a little longer

Its only an hour or three, the

words  have letters missing

l have forgotten how to type

but it’s a 24 hour journey,  that

ends at 11 tonight .

H.20 – Ghost

The lamp flicker’s in the distance, even though there is not a breath of wind,

is it you, have you finally returned from war, my feet quicken like my heart,

a hunger, long hidden rising in my throat, as l draw closer to the light l see

you are no more than a quick growing sapling eager to deceive. My memory

letting hope trick my eyes, my heart into seeing ghosts hidden in the flames.

H.19 – Community

I pull the net up, heave after heave, l am a small clog in the machine, one of many,  with an empty belly, working for a meal.

We land the fish , the boats full, many hands maning  the oars take us to shore, together, as one.

This machine with many moving  parts, scaling ,fileting , fire starting, cooking, singing, a team, a family,  a community.

H.18 – Shoreham

We arrive,tired, but excited, acres of green and a long driveway

are all that separate us from a few quiet days.

 

Bright lights,night tennis none of us know the rules.

We laugh and run, chasing balls.

 

A warm bath, deep soaking, so quiet no inside

no outside.

 

Loading the car, clothes and snacks, bodied and toys.

A book from a long untouched stuck. Computers and phones,

Way to many cords.

 

The beach,the track,the 10km walk, no water bottles, tears

Military ruins, exploration a bus back.

 

The ferry, lunch, the view from shore to shore, history decorating the walls.

Packing up, all our things home.

 

 

 

H, 17 – Storyteller

In the corner collecting earth

your lonely frame now rests,

you no longer shine or sit,

in the centre of my desk

or place ink upon a page,

no one will read the stories

we never worked to tell

for our technology is weary,

and time has not treated

either of us well,

 

H.16 – Heart

I hear you

as you travel inside me.

Our scent lingers on my skin,

infusing me with memories.

My tongue washes you,

gentle strokes,

all at once hungry and full,

I feel quiet in your arms,

resting in your thoughts,

dreams shared.

I am smiling,

dancing,

living,

holding my own passions,

as are you.

We are dressed in the threads of years spent becoming,

Separate,

Together,

A life

 

H,15 – Journey

Boarding.

The light flashes, seatbelt, seatbelt, seatbelt.

Arms and legs, face mask, head down.

Moving, wheels on tar, faster, faster, faster.

Rising – Rising – Up.

Ears screaming, pressure, ouch.

Seetling, Altitude, Flight.

Seatbelt, seatbelt, seatbelt.

Movement, wheels down isle.

Drinks, snacks, relief, relax.

Chatter, crying, bathroom,

The light flashes, seatbelt, seatbelt, seatbelt.

Desending – Down – Bumping – Bump

Wheels on tar, seatbelt, seatbelt, seatbelt,

Exit.

 

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