the expectations of reciprocity

laughter ensued immense
and she walked away
enthused, yet
cursory words lacked depth

no quiet of the mind
came forth, no soul
he follows as she
drifts away

though with this one
she sees bits and buttons
holding parts in place
when he speaks
the lines years etched
at corners
of his eyes, lips
as they move to
speak his heart

she gives without
the expectations of reciprocity

“Once inside, you’re afraid they find nothing to hold on to,” Cowboy Junkies’ Ring on the Sill

supernova

she not no big bang
supernova
firework display

love for her?
it the slow start
of lightin’ fire

that burns
only for you

dreaming

I woke up dreaming
in the haze of a half-lit morning
your name was on my tongue
a desire to be known filling me

“I want you to notice...” Creep by Radiohead

two a.m.

a brief interlude
of wakefulness

a heart once heavy

tactile, her fingers

touch, everything

everywhere, overlong

savouring

on the fence ‘tween

a cacophony

of quiet, un-mindful

stimulation

overwhelming

and the cool, deep of a

white space

calmly she thrives,

through joy dipped

in sorrow, a heart

once heavy

freely gives

dans le bois or the ant queen

of streams

trickling

through woods

on the water

light ripples;

minuscule her realm

is deep

and far

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de l'eau
qui coule

dans les bois

de l'eau ondule

sur la lumière;

minuscule son royaume

est profond

et loin