Dirty Little Secrets

sweet light that fills me
from the silent fountain,
streaming through me,
illuminating the darkness
where divinity
lovingly looks at herself
in the unclouded mirror,
the pool within.

her body permeates mine,
i am not who ‘i’ seem to be
concealed in this clay vessel,
the sleeper has awoken,
she has made her presence felt,
i breathe in her song,
exhaling her thoughts in poetry,
and the light of her smile
flickers behind my eyes.

wordless in silence,
some erotic fragrance
in moments of poppies,
the sea’s between us,
in love came, like a storm
caoining, i am torn…

no preconceptions,
a question, a glance,
a path that connects
something between us,
sacred and divine
as the colour of wine,

in our idle hours
seeing unseen things,
the distant future, dreams,
the past between us,
fill the cup that clears
past and present fears,

quiet solitude,
sipping cups of tea
sweetness and sorrow,
making sense of us,
shining second-sight,
shadows into light.

hey there, double dutch,
so what’s new, how ’bout you,
i’m okay… nothing much,
old wounds i’m licking still,
i can’t forget, he’s not you,
indeed, my words won’t tell,
this price i pay, buys another day,
sometimes against my will,
my so-called life, as such,
though i ponder on it well,
of you i’ve not yet had my fill,
one road leads to you, some say,
sweet love — double dutch