Life/Death/Life

Life/Death/Life

You happened upon my skeletons

and helped name them,

you see ours

and clothe them

for the funeral of all endings.

If I am Lady Death,

you are the instinct

which sings magic

over all that is tangled,

and sheds tears

to join our souls

into a force

that loves a lifetime,

till all I can hear

is the drumming of our hearts,

teaching us

that love and life

are to be lived

by the bones.

Halcyon

Halcyon

‘Be with someone

who writes poetry about you’,

and on this rare occasion

I took my own advice.

Now it’s springtime

and this crop of roses-glowing-pink

bask in the sunlight

that comes from sprouting through

to the right side of the earth.

I climb their stems

like a jack-and-the-beanstalk

till I reach the clouds

and count-nine-along,

finding myself amongst the angels

and the highest of spirits

who number the stars in my eyes

and pronounce us holy.

Burning Midnight Oil

Burning Midnight Oil

I never knew

there could be hope like this

where I will we’ll grow old together,

I never knew

there could be faith like this

that life blossoms whatever the weather,

I never knew

there could be desire like this

lust for command, I surrender,

I never knew

there could be joy like this

found in the effortless scent of your sweater.

To the Boy who Lives

To the Boy who Lives

To the boy

who fell asleep

on my bedroom floor

in too much pain

to lie next

to the one you adore.

To the blood

that you shed

for a sense of relief,

how your skin

bears the scars

of your numbness beneath.

To the tears

that we’ve shared

when you’ve scraped through the fight

-ing your thoughts

that say peace

is the end of your life.

To the courage

with which you face

the depths of your mind;

victory is in the living,

and my love,

you’re alive.

Like a Silhouette

Like a Silhouette

Standing in front of you

my heart beholds only a shadow,

so many of the molecules that make you up

without,

your thin, contorted frame

hides in the shade

living the lesser life,

lost.

Arms clasping at air

I try to reach you,

there’s nothing there.

This is how I miss you;

like a silhouette

marking the last few months of my life

when all I wanted was warmth.