Well Janet
I caught you in the end baby
It's in the blood
Under the November moon
'62 must've been a good year
The plums, blackcurrants and dark cherries curled around the vanilla
The wild geese flourished and the money tree thrived in the silver lining
24 days and the luck kicked in
Stop right there girl!
But you know you're no going to
Are you bored?
"Look at that Janet, a Blue Spotted ***!"
belly laugh
Driving straight into the rainbow

the truth is that when you're suicidally unhappy
words
twist and **** and grind deep in your throat like a virus
switch
still can't swallow?
but it's easier to breathe
speak and dance and skip high on toes
my back is itchy
scratch
wallow in the op shop blanket soaked and dried in the sun until crisp
sharp
beautifully worn
comfortable
solitude binding
i'm going to share my blanket with you tonight
my water bottle
my hot water bottle
fever has turned to cool
like toes under the ice water dripping from the down pipe on a stinking hot day in the reflection of the red
dirt
i too
am confused

Pain lies with the living and their perception of guilt
Not the dead
For the deceased is free
It is that thought of their sufferance that stops the rope from its short but lethal tug
If non existent time ensues
Happiness returns but remember
Had guilt not played its part
White light would have been the utopian end

savour the delusion
exclusion zone
steel grey cloud
luminous silvered trim
grin
morning light
sunrise touching fingers stretched
twist & twitch
listen
a belated moon
skin
ascending golden shadows
birdsong
sans angst

The Queen is always on the road because it's a ******* jungle out there boys
Your sarong is slipping and the straight women are trying to get romantic tonight
Don't fall for the sentimental sandwich
i know you won't
Your perfume smells like a million flowers in a hurricane
i love your evening gown
Me? Personally?
I go for the double talk
I didn't see the falls like you did but
I raised my eyebrows
bob and a bingadybing!

laugh

........

Let your mind rest
In the weeping of your stricken heart

He put his beautiful hands inside her chest and wrapped them around her heart, holding it gently, with a steady gaze into her eyes locked in healing.
warmth
How does she let that go?
How does she walk away?
She doesn't.
She stands solid on her ground but can't look up or, she would peel her skin to reveal her soul.
motionless
Stable in her stance with light breath and hands by her side, composed and self restrained, she is silently gorging on the moment.
locked
Suspended in time and space and frozen in the shift from the reality of their surrounding kingdom and the mortals within it, they are eternal.