forgot I fell in love
with street corner
concrete
and patches of sunlight
falling aslant
where the
pavement
swells with roots
of fig trees
like your leg
against mine
under the summer
sheets
after we
oh
there’s that too
the lilac of
jacaranda
strokes my eyes
offset by
sapphire sea
I’m drifting
into Jeff Buckley
again
yearning
early
emotion
I’m not sure this is new
or far too
late
blooming
as candy clouds
like a sweet sort of joke
pastel caress
kiss, kiss
kiss, more, more please
kiss
at my throat
kiss
Onions & Garlic
would it be weird to say
we were all in love with each other
a little bit?
the best friendships
pan out that way
I don’t know sometimes
the difference
between a kiss and a good conversation
when I remember how
she held me close
and put her lips on mine
and the way she writes
as faithfully as the moon
I can get melancholy
on Sunday afternoons
holding memories
listening to Nick Drake
or Cave
ignoring the kids
cooking onions
with love pulsing through my life
beat, beat, beat
in time
and what about that day
you made aglio e olio?
we were all so careful
with each other
so quiet
our eyes, cautious
your bathroom’s cold green tiles
because we wouldn’t
acknowledge
who’d slept with who
the night before
A dear friend passed away this week. He made chopping onions and garlic a work of art. He was also someone who read and took time to comment on this blog occasionally; as a fellow writer, he understood how wonderful it is to get that kind of validation! This poem was inspired, in part, by our friendship, as well as referencing various other treasured friends. It reminds me that it’s always worth taking a moment to appreciate the love that beats through your life. RIP JAn, my world is poorer without you but richer for having known you. x
Phoenix
now there is bushfire mind
what’s formed in smoke?
what oracles
fight fire with fire
burning
to heal, desire
winging wide on wind
one sorrow,
two joy,
smile
kiss foot, hold ankle
lean down, stretch
what’s formed in sweat
what divine
bodhisattva rising
from ash
phoenix, fly