Florence

Because when I do, I do heavy. Like an avalanche of emotions, tearing and pulling, eagerly waiting hungry for something. Life doesn't allow for that heaviness though, life doesn't wait for it, life doesn't bend for it. I wish I could say that's all I know, all I see. But I know how to be feather-light too. I know how to laugh and tease. I know clicks to the right, to the left, to the right. I'm a concrete worker, I'm a lumberjack and I built this here to stop the heavy. Because it doesn't just wash you away; it washes me too.

Snow Leopards

This can't be it, there must be more, somewhere in the lost corners of earth. Somewhere in sea and sky and life and love in hidden, forgotten cracks. There must be more music and there must be more joy, deeper sorrows to drink of and exultation to strive for. This can't be it, the huff and puff of straw and wood and brick; though my arms and head and life all fight to win this plastic race, deep down inside in a hidden corner of my heart I start to see.

Gasp

Bring me to my knees to fall beneath the far soft sky and place my hand on chest to wonder at such years gone by. Where's that halt, that quick drawn breath, that stammer in my heart and step, where's that beat, that swirling beat of heart and red and breath and heat. I lost it sometime long ago, stolen fast and hard from sight in raven hair and red, red lips underneath this blue moonlight. The drums are beating, flickering fast, thrumming jazz the shadows cast, we meet and speak 'round and 'round and fight and love without a sound. Just step quick step and hand clasping hand, eyes found deep in eyes held fast. Here's that halt, that quick drawn breath fled from lips to teasing depths and finally no longer on my knees, black waves fallen and passion freed.