It is ‘beautiful here'..................sitting
A place I wish I’d always been
Although, I think the time has waited

It feels good
I am sought out by life
My presence meaningful in this tangled wired mesh

I will open up to be.......... “vulnerable”
Let in and not be...... “fearful”
Invitation to share this ....
                                          “beautiful here”

A sight to be booked and seen
This place is like no other
A haven for all

I love it here and
Do not harbour its cocoon
Neither should I contain it

Allow me to pass on this sanctuary
Let it in
Seeping into your spirit

The sounds of nature adding
To this tranquillity, they
Feel it also

It is not just for me
Come in and see

It is.............
                    ‘beautiful here’

Fine wine, your line of perfection, profile absorbed
Within the printed page, taking you away
I want to say “Stop and listen”, the minutes ticking away
To nothingness, we won’t replace, they are lost

Fine wine, spilled onto the page, blood red; it disgorges
Its ruby glow, seeping into page after page
You leap to save the page, now wet and unreadable
Looking annoyed in the process, what a pity

Fine wine, these minutes are ones to remember with irritation
Cursing the red stain instead of the intrusion as welcome to
The monotony of the dirge, Groundhog Day of stale breath
A profound chapter not worth reading; close the book on it all!!

Fine wine, legacy of a long held sameness, dawdling the
Hedgerows, cutting the quality of what could be into what isn’t
And so on and so forth, dragging feet and knuckles; skin
Peeling its life away scuffed and failing, our souls drowned

Fine wine, secretly savage, blood red, vibrant and exotic
Or bored, buried in the sand dunes, beige and baron, your bottle of plonk
Oasis a mirage, a delirium to reality, a pretence to soften the blow
Life or existence with a hint of amaretto warmth to keep afloat

cup of tea
for you and me
make a brew
for one or two

place the tea bag in the ***
pour the water boiling hot
stir it once or twice
put the lid on nice and tight

add the milk into the mugs
wait a while till liquids ready
lift the *** and pour it steady
take a spoon and circulate it

lift it up toward your lips
enjoy the perfect taste it gives
warming as it flows right through
what a way to share with you

a warm and excellent tasty brew

Apprehensive bubbles bursting
Setting up an avalanche.

Inner waves, nervous stance, awkward line
Leaning away making less of the moment.

Nostalgia inhales, shakes the smooth shell
Tap tapping at the memory box, coaxing emotion.

******* in ribbon.

A slow waltzing pulse.

A pact embeds awaiting permission.

A voice to speak it out, to tread the
Line from parted lips to hear.

The dots need joining to activate the proof
To shout it out.

The ‘a’ has begun
The ‘z’ awaits.......

Bruised, body to soul
Rocked, sheer force, intrusion
Wracked, self loathing
Spine, chilled to the bone

At me, for me, to me, in me, reminding me

Arriving without
Numbing
The push, the pull
The kick, the punch

At me, for me, to me, in me, reminding me

A sideways glance
Breaking my skin with your sharp hand
Your deep emblem still stains
Your once artistic hand now plays me into defeat
Your yell bangs and rattles my head
Dropping my memory into no mans land
Blurring to avoid the inevitable

Screeming, screeching, grasping for
Tenderness of word, of skin

You block every inch of my life
My sunlight, my every waking existence
The entrance of change is always guarded
By barbed fists and biting cruelty

At me, to me, for me, in me, reminding me

Walking past the window into her world
They did not see or know the content of her world

The curtains pulled back as normal
To show signs of life but, her world had changed

The raised flesh, fanned with indigo and bruised blue
Coated in salty tears pooling on her lips

Shame faced to the outside world, she did not deserve
The lash of skin to skin, knuckled edge

Dare not step away, leave the nest … there are children
Where circumstances stack high, with outlets small yet angles sharp

Words carved out from threatening lips spit at her
To waste her away, gathering down into a vacuum

Her world exists in faint margins, in small pleats of departure
Always to return raining down hard to secure her

Her world ……

Facing you, your reflection spins my vision
And I ask, but
Pupils dart with avoidance
Never fixing my gaze

Wanting you to link into me
To connect, look and meet my soul
No matter how intense or sublime
The pretence is mystifying, just know me

Wring out this beige appearance, then
Fetch the red carpet and roll it out
Wipe it clean
Stains shrinking into the pile of yesterday

Immerging free from the soundtrack of debris
Repeatedly spinning out your sorrow
I shoulder your pain and bear your shame
As you skulk and sink into oblivion