She plays on the threshold
early morning, pitch-dark doorstep
unprepared
Her nature wants night closer –
closer breathes deep, beyond breath,
whispers, invites, welcomes us and back
She knows every future brings imagining
doubt cancelled
She'd fry if she went out in the sun
~ ~ ~
I walk through your photographs
try to guess the years in between
I've got to have you
analysed, labelled
maybe make you
change your name
or do something
anything
I've suggested
~ ~ ~
Mesmerista
It's not the miles travelled
the strange beds and odd pillows
it's new frontiers
old dreams with new colours
new beauty