The Shortest Distance
Between two people
the shortest distance
is not the coupling
of breathless nakedness
with whispered
secrets betwixt
ear and pillow
but in the extravagance
of the simplest gift
that costs naught
but time
The Shortest Distance
Between two people
the shortest distance
is not the coupling
of breathless nakedness
with whispered
secrets betwixt
ear and pillow
but in the extravagance
of the simplest gift
that costs naught
but time
Modern Art of Convenience
The gallery’s lights
focus his attention;
precise, sharp, clear.
He glances left and right at
the great expanse of art
and views with a critical eye,
studied poise and the artist’s frames.
A tinny voice grates through
the loudspeaker,
“Can I have a price check
from fruit and veg
to register four?”
Whispers
the rain whispers
like a lover
delicately caressing
a saturating moistness
of satiated excess
soaking through
the skin
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Lights and Steps
Palm pressed to the pedestrian button
He feels the metronomic blip blip blip
A warning to cease one’s step
He waits for the lights to change
And permission to proceed
Red turns to green
The button vibrates its urgency
He turns
And walks the other way
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The Public Eye
The spotlight is an all-seeing eye
Unlidded, unrelenting, unforgiving
Pointing out your faults
For public discussion
The spotlight is me
Towards Home
He rounds the bases
Four stepping stones
Four points of the compass
Four corners of the world
Four seasons in one day
Four aces (and a joker)
And the final step
Towards home
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Germination
In a tie-dyed dress
The colour of sunflowers
She spins anti-clockwise
and blooms.
Dizzy, she drops.
The bloom folds
In hope of reversing
the day.