(2003)
So what are your thoughts? Tell m… your thoughts. Tell me what you want. So how do you feel? Reveal to me your heart. Show me what
Racing ahead, rushing at speed. Where does it come from, this urge… This need for an answer, conclusio… Why can’t you be happy with simply… and hanging in mid-air, waiting an…
So, says the head, what have we he… Oh, says the heart, it’s so beauti… The one that we want is finally he… Right, nods the head, I can see h… But let’s take a moment to test th…
Like mercury, he shone. Bright light deflecting, distracting from fluidity. Unstable, he scattered.
Moonlight and music, a night full… I twirl and I whirl and I pass th… Circling together, cheek brushing… You lead and you guide and you pul… Whispers and kisses, caresses and…
A sun-splattered walkway. Spring in the air. A head full of humdrum, routine, everyday - thoughts of last night, tomorrow,
Rolling back off the rocking rib,… into the swollen sea. My wetsuit f… with chilly chains of cold. I hold… my mask as the lead pulls me low.… the blue I go. Into the deep I si…
Secrets of sleepy suburbia behind… Kicked off high heels, scruffied s… still, hidden lives play out insid… Dark dramas execute themselves and… mundanity trickles on and the surr…
The unspoken words grapple at my t… Searing, swelling up. Tear them out. Clutch them. As you’re clutching me now. Holding them inside is heavy.
White spots sparkle on the water, Sun streaks catch the waves. Eyes bubble - startled tears. The train moves on its way. This place. This nook. This small…
Here come his footsteps, erratic a… There go his shoulders, bumping an… A bowling ball sliding, one side t… Not quite careering; quietly keeli… I hold my breath tightly right ins…
Do we both know this must end? Is that why we’re collecting memor… Living the present for the sake of… Reliving the moments before they’v… My collection’s growing daily
Hair grows and skin sheds and nail… And still my heart is true Days pass and nights stretch and t… And still my heart wants you Dust settles, wounds heal and scar…
Etched into her All those little things he said. The words come back again and agai… Soaked into her, Pressed between her pages
Dirty, fallen angel With your dented, grubby halo You’ve been up all night again, Drinking with the devil’s foot sol… He’s left his smell on you