Tiny boulders are running through my fingers
they fill up my pockets
and the space behind my brain.

Wonder Fall

Every time I close
My eyes I feel
Breaths of touching
Floating timeless
All across my skin

Hands are warm
In my hair
Clouds over faces
Far below
This world

Raindrops falling
From lashed Skys
Into my eyes
Don’t go far
From my eyes

Costume dancer

Do you remember me
I forget sometimes
Who I was before

Do you notice
The changes
Or is it enough
I look like her

Parties each day
Dress up and pretend
A new face
Each occasion

Sometimes I forget
Who I am this time
And which is real

Festive Bunting

I stride along beneath the festive bunting of the sky
Accordion notes resound in my ears
Small trills and major chords
Remind me of your song
The one you couldn’t remember
That dim, rainy day, the fire, the keys and you

Willow Pattern

He touched her skin and smiled,
You’re very white
He said.
She said nothing.

His fingers traced the veins
That ran along her wrist,
They look like willow pattern plates
He said.

I prefer my girls tanned
But you remind me of
Those plates in my grandmother’s house
He said.

Alabaster white with blue,
Willow trees and houses
He said.
I’m not your girl
She said.