Hello. Some recent writing... here we go...
Places I'd Like Us to go.
Boston city centre.
Your eyes wide in Quincy Market
oysters buried deep into the ice.
Holding each other tight at night
in a single hotel bed
off 5th avenue -
You photograph department stores
and pause to wonder
at the scale
of everything.
In Canada
deserted. Snow.
My hand unlaced,
Your hand let go.
Yet with your music in my ears
I can progress,
All heart, I pace through galleries, suspense.
a kiss on London's Southbank,
putting light into the
darkness
countryside at night
and now by torchlight
we are locking up the church
entangled now beside the firelight
I have found -
your mouth
your hands
your arms
my everything.
