Your hands would always shelter me, and
hold me close to you. Your eyes would...

Their
secret...

Neurotic non-sense
Induced into unconscious mind...

... it rained today, and yesterday
my bluey sky, growls black and grey...

It felt like I was heading for
a breakdown as...

Not teaching my kids
to mimic but nice to hear...

Frozen eyes glared; a chill in your stare
your mouth dry; lip balm couldn’t soften...

These hands of mine, are worn and done
the math they held, was more than some...

My eyes,
flicked intermittently...

Dusk; dusted a tangerine aura
upon a hazy horizon...

You hear her breathe but cannot see her mouth
her lips can whistle tunes through boughs of...

Two flavours of life
such beautiful opposites...