Monday, 25 March 2013


To break your silence with a spoon
To cut your voice with my words
To touch your flame with my tongue
Is to break you.

Say a word and time will fall,
Translate my gestures
In a broken language
Or build a shelter, and
Be my home
And I will make you.

Let the fire withdraw
Like waves from your eyes
Beyond this empty shore
The tides rise and fall, like
Words lost inside words.
Let me gather all your scattered shells
And I will take you.

Monday, 11 March 2013


I wake as a poem
Lost in your pages
Once again, in your tired arms
In your cloudy eyes
In your restless wind.

Lost, in your body poetry
I rest within your eyes
And listen to your hair sing.

Through the puzzle
Of the rising sun
I carry your silence
Through my tides
Waiting for the storm to pass.