Wednesday, 14 October 2009

only then

like a real life
dream world secret garden
flowers explode from your chest
in a symphony of petals
the exact colour of a first kiss
full of electric and fear.

once again
you smell like sunshine
and i find myself
thinking about whales.
navigating epic journeys
with nothing
but magnetism and instinct.

and i say 'nothing',
but really it's everything.

the birds too.
they understand the stars.
and the sun. and time.
when to stay and go.

drinking this confetti rain
your colours stain my skin
but my stubborn feet
refuse for now to move.


Red Bird said...

Your poetry is so wonderful- whimsical and elusive (in a good way), fantastical and imaginative. I love reading you!

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