"Almost a Remembrance" (August 2014)

I recall,
Amongst sleeping streets in the dark winter blue,
The crisp crunch of my boots, the only sound,
Stopping to gaze at quiet homes, 
Adorned with amber-hued Christmas lights,
Like stars of stained glass,
That were never my own.






   

Lover's Spit: Kristeva Inspired (2010)

I want you at the borders of myself
Where I might truly be.
For we are all shivering things,
Bleeding to live.

Entangle me
In your hair,
Taste
My sweat
With you tongue.
Let's join ourselves together
At the fringes.

For we are all shivering things

Before we Crash (Spring 2014)

I shall conceive
against nature
and ride, precarious,
the winds towards you
but obliquely and away:
the sailor's impossible trick;
I'll practice tact with you
to keep us both
rushing on
but away
from the rocks.