The stars – invisible
Hidden behind the clouds,
the smoke, the noise
but your eyes
brighter than Sirius
on a summer midnight
Your eyes follow
follow the crack of my knuckle
My thumb rubbing my ring,
putting my hair back
The hot wind blows
but it seems cool
against the droplets of sweat
on your forehead, along your brow
Your fingers touch my wrist,
my lips, my words
Somewhere in me,
the universe explodes
but the stars dance in front of my eyes
when you whisper the name of the song
I’d been humming, but couldn’t remember
your breath on my shoulder, my neck
my ears
and the sudden nip
A grin appears,
soars through my lungs to my throat
Things fade, merge into the background,
cease to exist
My hand across your chest, stomach,
Over your contour
the rise and fall of your breaths
Your bones
you shiver, stare and stop
you put it to your mouth
I feel the weight of a hundred words
on my fingertips
My lips against your,
your day old stubble
and the smooth patches
The tiny mole on your lower lid, your left cheek
the curve of your brow, the slope of your nose
and your mouth which tastes like sunshine
and sounds like the sea
like the sea it can wreck havoc
It ravages me, It fights with me
It fights for me
It’s denies, accepts. It’s endless
A drop of water across the edge of your eye
and those eyes..
.. your eyes trace my body
the glint of my ring, the hair on my brown arms,
your marks on my shoulder, along my nape
the pink of my breast, glistening
the skin, the bones, the layers
the scares
Along the stretch marks and scars
Your beautiful mahogany
against my ordinary ordinary
The sky turns grey, then pink
now blue
Your hair lightens, as the sun goes up
I run my fingers through
A sigh, A smile and a brush of nerve-endings
you trace circles on my knees
and I knit dreams in your hair
You kiss my elbows, my palm
You call me magic
and I drown, I drown in the wonder that’s you
Am I your creation or are you mine?
Where are the dragons, the violins?
Because we are enveloped by silence
whispers and glances.
I’m no magic, I’m just a woman
But you,
I look and I look for ordinary in you
the heave of your chest and soft hair,
the lines around your eyes,
and your hands,
those hands make the world spin
the rough edges, the things they say
they do.
I inhale in your smell, your taste
my hair smells of smoke and dust
but my fingers are laced with love
Your arms along my handles, my weight
.. and so I surrender.
Say the word, stop the chase
No thunder, no Rainstorms
No words, No smirks
Is this here to stay?
Pocketful of pebbles 