Ses Touches

Sleep slips in
Its quiet movement
Brings the peace

And off I go; zip straight to
The Steppes, and The Tundra
Breeze by the neon-lights
Of good old Amsterdam

One more footstep
To the key locked door
Wherein lies
The bathroom with a view

Warmed so thoroughly through
In luxurious bubbles
Laying back
To take it all in

As the sleep
Who, with her quiet movements
Slips in

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Navigators

Search for the light of love
Not for the need to fight
Ease into the sight of love
As if the flying of the kite

That we should reach
For the right of love
With gentleness to teach
That calm insight of love
Such we need not preach

Include the mirth of love
There right from the birth
Leaning our earth into love
As if for all we are worth

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Lead In

By that Tree
Before this rain
Courtesy of
Dappled with shadow*

On that hilltop
Before this rain
Looking down on
A water reservoir

Under that sky
Before this rain
Hold of love
To the ripples

Far away from
Before this rain
The western shore
And sunsets light



Tree by Eva Roemer (1889-1977)
* on Tumblr

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Il Senti

For a moment
Defenceless
More though
Wishing for
No defence

Entirely, and surely
Vulnerable
Yet entirely
And surely
Overjoyed

Mutually
Beneficial
A soft kiss
On a soft neck
A warm hand wanders
Wherever it wants

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Dispersion

I can feel the pain begin to be suppressed
Offshoots set off down new tributaries
Which ought to be, as it ought to be
When love was split, and torn, that
The intensity at the core would
In turn undoubtedly diminish
But we know from the planet
That this is not, and never so
With each departing fragment
The sun centre becomes ever more
Ready to burn, ever more molten desire
I didn’t choose to talk of pain, and love together
Yet they are such suitable bedfellows, that I begin to
Spread outwards, follow on, mapping their direction

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