here
before you
skin undulates
peaks and troughs
rise and fall
beneath
your light explorer’s touch
a feathered frolic of fingertips
lingers by lace seam
a candle
hold it closer for blissful scrutiny
sighs
punctuated with sudden gasp
from
wax
dripped
the flame to see by
invites flames to dream by
Shall we stay on the path
wide and safe
no brambles scraping ankles
nor angly stones
with tripping intention?
No
take my hand
a twisted way of thorny bush
and bruise
and at times
you may think me lost
despite my confident step
But this is the way
to the cliff face
to the ledge where few come
where we may watch waves
shoulder to shoulder
arm in arm
be dazzled by turquoise shards of ocean bounced light
as the sun falls
we shall (blissfully) too
We are two moons of Saturn
you and I
Floated on a set trajectory
you my Titan
Bold and cloaked in ammonia veils
I your Hyperion
a porous remnant
susceptible to cosmic influence
bonded in celestial resonance
Sometimes as you pass
I hear your cryovolcanos spew
a humming firmament
beneath murky methane clouds
and you hide hydrocarbon oceans
in frigid darkness
And I am set into a chaotic rotation
a child’s broken spinning top
no magnetic poles mark my iced canyons
pitted and aged by
ancient asteroid assault
Tumbling through the abyss
you and I
For all you moon inspired, night sky gazers.
Titan Image courtesy: NASA/JPL-Caltech/Space Science Institute, June,9 2017 (Cassini Orbiter)
The window of my heart
opaque panes with paint flaked frame
lead lined, cold vitrified
hanging part unhinged
rust tainted
from the sea air
and winds of despair
yet
come close and marvel
the crack’d clefts twist light
into rainbow prism trajectory
while
shards set in shifted sand
nestle my scarred feet
but
fear not the shattered glass
for you shall wear boots
and everytime you pass
tread pellucid slivers to dust
In this excruciating void
betwixt fading moon and
rising sun
an ebony pool
our weary souls float
crestfallen beside cockles
by phosphorescent starfish glow
too long this night
So, alight on the wings of the morning gull
a new horizon is beckoning
with shards of infant glow
unique, unseen
and
wholly
yours
Inspired by yet another exquisite dawn: mother nature’s deft strokes left me in awe.
I wait
for the sun to pass behind a cloud
for the breeze to still
for the shadow to shimmer sideways
for the chance of a split second
of immeasurable beauty
gentle squeeze of the exposure button
with breath hold, unblinking
you my love
captured in time
The process of macro-photography is a low yield labour that requires inspiration, breath holding and total disregard of cramps. A bit like a budding relationship.
“I love you to the moon, and back”
said he
not realizing that such a trip was impossible
on account of the crippling hypoxia which occurs
when drifting, maskless
through the lunar firmament
“I love you, like there is no tomorrow”
said she
realizing that indeed
there would be no tomorrow
for her bag was packed beneath the bed
and she would slip away by moonlight
letting her lover dream
of solo space travel
