connected by a spiritual cord
the scent of flowers
far from each other
yet both smell the scent
connecting together
so far from each other
their vision fogs
both run for the door
a rendezvous
The Banana Chair
Rose petals turn a brown-yellow colour as the roses die on their stems.
A bee aims at your buns.
The sky threatens to shine a bit of sun on your skin.
A fly tries to taste your drink.
The banana chair grumbles underneath your weight.
You relax for a bit. The bee laughs.
The Afternoon Sand
Blue sheets in the sky
a deepening afternoon colours the sand
indigo, purple, and blue
Standing together in front of the camera,
locked in a beginning kiss
the loving tide behind
the sea towards the horizon
Reflections and vibrations
a journey to this moment of rapture
two no longer separate
standing together on the afternoon sand
Sunny Love
Licking the inside of my lips watching the scent of her uncut flowers Blowing daffodil hair in the breeze Aching for a kiss, to be kissed such beauty in the urbanised garden Is she the witch from all of those stories? intensifying scents blur my vision She moves closer, and closer, and closer amongst the long grass, I am defenceless Gone from the consciousness of the living she is present, yet there remains nothing else The natural world appears to be vibrating I am under her spell, her control She straddled me and won't let me be free Alone in the long grass awake from a dream, or was this reality? Dishevelled and soaked my shoes have left me to feel the grass Birds sing about something Lipstick kisses on my feet and hands
Seawater
on our adventure
travelling to distant lands
on the computer
dreaming of foreign cuisine
imagining seawater
The Ceremony
The ceremony is the beginning and the end. Shape-shifting reveals her hidden desires. Wolves in the forest, life and death are interwoven. A foreign voice speaks; unrecognisable, yet it is her own. Smoke and mirrors, horrors and joys are interwoven. Dancing to a silent drum, the forest can feel the energy. Spirits of the dead rise as the world of the living and death blur. A cleansing of herself reveals a cleansing of the forest; they are the same.
In the waves
a knotted stomach
too much stress for one person
she calls from afar,
or is it just my rumbling stomach?
a watery foot sensation
the smell of saltwater in the office
running towards the sand
finding closure in the waves
Recovery
A fog hangs
dreaming vision
A cup of soup
laying down low
A dim room
listening to birds
A whisper from beyond
visions and dreams
A cup of tea
winter winds move
A hug and a kiss from you
washing away death
A naked sleep
wishing for you
A leg wrapped around you
folding into rhythm
A journey into the fog
whispers of love
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Feeling the texture
Rubbing your nose and a leg
Another grey hair
Today is another day
An over-forty birthday
Becoming Amethysts
Standing face to face
Silence settles, and the Director watches
Stillness becomes a loud beating silence
Shimmering, emotional vibrations intensify
Slowly, the two metamorphose into living,
breathing gemstones, and the dance begins
C & K 