Summer Eyes

Burnished limbs uncoil
under a swollen sun,
sticky with
sleep and suncream.

Twisting to a shimmer,
listless loungers clutch
for light but branches
regard us impatiently,

Khaki swimsuit stuck to you
languidly as blue
hills trip into the horizon
and little waves our
bodies make.


Be brave, clench fists

Blue sky, thirteen years old and
I remember
cold hands that forgot how to hold.
I remember
the heavy languor of pallid limbs and
I remember

Something cut me loose,
untethered me.
I am no longer normal.
Branches of pain spread
their scaffold over me,
but I am just a fallen leaf,
a broken twig,

Every day is just a
just a navigation
of the potholes left in your wake.
Not so sure-footed on
the winding road but
led by blinding lights.

Nothing will ever be

the same again,

but right down in
the dark depths,
right down in the
muddy hollow,
tentative tendrils clutch
for light.

And so
I emerge from the storm,
a fresh shoot.

Delicate at first but
stronger by the day.


Everything is different
When I’m under;
Just a dim gaze looking
up through the murk.

Stop the fade;
The clatter of
Voices in my head
Is waking up.

Tracing the streets,
Untouched by timid yellow;
Wan gleam of
Fallen leaves and taxi-tops.

Wilted fingers clutch
For colour,
But the slow wither
Leaves me just a husk.

My brittle lining
Shivers for the slash;
Marbled veins will
Run with red.

So far from the surface;
Oh my brother,
I, am lost

The Blacksmith

Of smouldering stars;
A corporal collision
Leaking sparks.

Of two bodies in the fire;
A blistering touch
Melting moments.

Of leaden limbs in the dark;
A limpid varnish
Smearing skins.

But scraping spines,
Flake a
Rain of red

And we dissolve
Into ashen frames,
Coaled now,
Just dust.

The bruised sky
Cries for our fossils,
Trying to

Tide Together

Under the surface,
They flounder
In the murk,
Pulled down through
Dark lapping,
Lost in the churn.

But a sudden
Upward thrust
Breaks the mirror;
Gasping, a
Bright emergence into
Damp confusion.

Now, clinging to
Each other,
It breaks over them, but
They do not
Slip underneath.

Yet buoyant,
The cold swirl
Cannot touch
Them now.