Think of a large fresh fruit, with a thick skin
the colour can be found in a sinking sunset -
Any shade from blood orange, ripening peach, or the rosy hues of fresh pomegranates
The fruit you choose should be larger than life
reminding you of a fruit stall frequented in your childhood
or an exotic fruit you only had once, on a road trip or on holiday
The fruit is full of joy, and juice.
Now think of an item you would use to take the skin off this fruit
a sharp knife, a peeler,
or some new invention that removes human agency altogether
Do not start at the edge of the fruit,
and rhythmically, scientifically, methodically
de-skin the item
Silk. Wrapped itself around my neck,
Like it owned me.
Until, on the edge of this precipice I stood,
And the wind,
Which had travelled across the sea
Whips around my body.
Batters the bare cliff.
And took the scarf from me.
Delicately dancing and contorting in the wind.
Matching the movements of the waves below.
I think of you.
Unexpectedly losing myself.
The air that runs through us.
And the waves that run across my skin.
Your fingers or my mind?
I feel it in my blood.
Dancing, contorting, with your body below.
Do we dance with the sea too?
Velvet. Slips off my shoulders for the fourth time that
Rosy cheeks, heart beats
Soft, loud, soft, loud
My lips warm
Your chest proud
We lose the edges of ourselves
As into the night our bodies fray
Hands running on hands
Left my dreams in disarray
Then falls a soft silence
Comforted by light that filters in
A golden truce, between my mind
And your skin
An end to the chaos, to the symbiotic tricks
Back to the walls, the room, the bricks
back to the books, our bodies alone
the two of us seperated,
Shivers down the spine
reach and expand
and shrink away
the very cells that hold me together
hold onto each other
scared that if they let go
And the blood I feel thumping
in my head
in your chest
filled with the cells that
Taking each their
small part, from my full heart
and delivering it
to another inch of skin and bone
so I feel you under my fingernails
I feel you in my hips
I feel you in the tender trails
left behind from your finger tips
Even when you move away
My body resists and
the feeling persists
from body to mind
from mind to heart
I wouldn't want to stop and think
in case I come apart
The roots of two trees meet
Here is where their fate
The branches of one
Reach out to dreams
Pushing new shoots through the seams
The branches of the other
lean in for an embrace
with their adventurous lover
The roots of two trees meet
That's where love is found
Whispering dreams capture my heart and imagination
Catch me by surprise though they were my own creation
As the films roll in my mind I fill with a new sensation
Somewhere between elation and trepidation
The colours are vibrant
The sound is muted
The flowers blossom
And I am rooted
The leaves reach out
Shadowing the stream
A sigh sounds out
Nothing but a dream