new year’s eve (haiku)

he has made me a

harlot languishing restless

for his honeyed tongue

soulsmithery

i scribe confessions
theses of heart-songs
but until i let
the words fly from
the page to your 
patient ear
i am mute with
unsung yearning

galaxies

unlike any other 
your helen of troy
my prince of paris
keep a wick trimmed
for my return
from this pilgrimage
i am almost there
i will meet you
in between our
constellations

a wish (haiku)

infatuation
rewritten with affection 
indexed under joy

one hundred longings

one hundred nights
turning glances
into stories
one hundred bites
changing moments
into lifetimes
one hundred days
cooking looks
into wonder
one hundred ways
to love you

bon courage

this revelation rests heavy on my conscience
weighing up the cost of honesty
against the disquiet of silence
sends me into spirals of sorrow 
the shadow of the what ifs
hangs around hopeful
for resolution but
the question of bravery remains

caught up

i've reached the sticking point when it comes to you and how much space you take up in my everyday the day to day the down to the millisecond split for the winner of this marathon of magic make it stop make it stop make it stop see now that i know the urgency and the agony of wanting i can only hold onto hope that you do too too risky to say it out loud but you have always read between my lines so finally it is time to undo the code and flick the kill switch three two one one more hint and i will rupture into pieces too bent to be put back together again again i find my centre screams for only you you are the drift net and i am yesterday's jetsam ready to be gathered when it comes to you i've reached the sticking point