do unto others…
the golden rule is sadly tarnished
rules of engagement
ignored so hard, I’m bleeding inside
i retreat, regroup, rethink
how can two people who once loved so deeply
not even be able to speak?
is this your strategy? is this how you do unto me?
I try that weapon, the blade turns
slicing at what’s left of my heart
betrayed at night by the enemy within
a traitor subconscious
dreaming a language that was ours alone
skin to skin, soul to soul
the code i know you know
something in me won’t let that go
do unto others…
I’ll fight your silence forever
to save my illusions of you
26 May 2018
I wish you could know from each vague reference, rhyme or rare, brave message;
That just the fact of your existence, regardless of the separate orbits we occupy,
Satisfies my soul
30 January 2018
The thought caught me by surprise
Was it a sign of weakness?
Have you ever had one of those moments?
Well, not weakness so much as a surfacing
A loosening and a flowing
And the feeling that I thought was weakness
Started to taste more like desire
How I remember that flavour anyway
It’s the memory of how my name sounds
When it’s spoken from your lips
20 September 2017
Always June, you have the power to entice the tiny diamond hidden deep within my core
Exerting pressure with a breeze or the kiss of rain on my cheek
Slowly June, you cajole memory upon emotion upon young woman’s dreams to shine
Polishing away the rough surfaces of subsequent years, disappoints and fears
Beautiful June, faceting my hopes and dreams with brilliance and clarity
Restoring once again clarity to my heart and brilliance to my soul
04 June 2017
I am alive and thriving; busy and happy.
Gypsy and I are the best of friends now and she makes me smile everyday.
My pen is still as I focus on the other “artsy” things that I do and all that other boring stuff; working, house maintenance, family stuff, my daughter’s wedding…
I hope this message finds all of you happy, healthy and filling bandwidth with beautiful words and thoughts.
Cheers All! ❤
12 May 2017
As if words might be too little for everything that this is and everything that you are. Easier to keep it all inside, cherished and nurtured. What it is though, this thing we are making, this phoenix rising, my head wants to give words to everything that’s in my heart and mending my soul. I sit with pen poised and lose myself in the thoughts. Thinking, thinking… kisses, such sweet kisses… like Aurora, I’m awakened, and the kiss is the first, of course it was the first, and also the now and my thoughts are spinning away. Pen forgotten, swept up in memories; I marvel at this, at how Life can in a heartbeat, give you back every cherished thing you thought wasn’t to be, couldn’t be… Puppy love, broken hearts, soul mates, lessons that needed learning, lessons yet to be learned. My self cracks open and the words all spill out, written on to your skin these cursive kisses and copperplate caresses… whispered in your ears and finally exhausted because there will never be enough to make up for those unspoken in that space in between.
Those words left over are limitless “I love you’s” and the rhyme is always your name and if I never wrote anything again except for these… I would be content with this body of work.
26 January 2017
I wrap myself in a simple garment of cotton
One that holds in its threads the essence of you
Slipping in and out of my self and my soul
Catching stitches of the past and the present
Gently pulling my heart-strings closer together
Weaving what I once was into who I am now
Tiny healing stitches of you and me
What I am and who you see
Carried in each inhalation
Something both electrifying and benediction
Talisman or lodestone, I can’t be sure
Knowing only that mornings of late
I come awake more fully who I am
More completely my own woman
Wrapped in the scent of a man
26 November 2016