Two cubes touch,
ten faces at the world;
for two of them
gaze toward each other
When it began
November 2021
The weather was cold and damp, but the air was warm, sweet, and electric. The night shaded the city to monochrome orange hue, filling the voids with the sounds of the river lapping, the pulse racing.
Time had stopped, the moment poised on the verge of promise. The world continued outside, the city striving to ignore, move around, make room for the small space that was the universe of the pair.
The hard flagstone underfoot was insubstantial - the gravity of the moment, of the glance, of her pulled at him, like a hunger of all the senses. The glance was perpetual, brief and never-ending, casting ahead into the future for eternity.
The light was attached to her, bringing her aura into the visible. She moved through space, without taking a step; the way she moved moving him in turn. Over the yards between them, she touched him, was close.
Stay. The unspoken. With the unspeaking, the power of the spell broke, snapped not away, but into the future.
The night asserted itself, time moved her away, but promised to return her. The long moment began to pass.
When it really began
April 2021
A thoughT, a joke,
A smile,
A curl of the lIp,
The smAllest tug of a Muscle, the stronger tug on the heart.
Distance brings clOseness,
Absent touch brings longing,
And in The longing
Something quickEns, and slows.
The fuSe is now is lit,
A spark in the night Of the soul.
The conflagRation bursts forth and surprises itself with its brilliance
Who knows tO what end.
A thought, a joke,
A smile,
The universe amuses itself,
For this is where it began.
Rough as oak, soft as leather
May 2022
Callow wind rustled the leaves of the lone tree in the field. It had seen the ages pass, it would see forever.
The warmth inside was not from the fire, nor the water, but from another elemental force. Rare, and precious, it suffused them, soothed them.
The scent was wood, and her, and leather, and her, and the petrichoric renewal. And her.
One of them brought strength, and grace, and kindness. One of them was bound. Through the night, they bound together.
By night, the sounds were one continuous breath, hours in a moment, a stop in time.
By day, the long trail merged their strengths, like a rip in cloth; the world of the two of them showered them clean, their own renewal in the rain.
As they journeyed together, she saw the King, and he saw a Princess.
Away
October 2022
I crossed a world to reach you. My world was small, and I was scared.
Mi mancavi - from me, you were missing.
You appeared like the sun, rising in the new city of a new life. A life that could be, suddenly bright and warm.
The world woke, your hand in mine we explored together. In corners, at tables, near water - feelings aflow like words on the page, tumbling off the edge as we roll them into each other.
Tra molta gente, we were alone together. Neither the idle chatter of the crowds, nor protestations of drivers, nor the ghosts of history disturbed our reverie; we passed through them all, moving through space reserved just for us.
The light gathered itself, muted to violet, the water flowed on, time flowed less. We stalked through the night, non capisco un’acca di vino, but you were there; through your eyes, and in them, I saw this world become my own in the night of the new old city.
The old day grew new again, and we came together, entwined.
Hey
September 2022
Fairy Lakes
July 2023
P R I N C I P E S S I N A
A wagon amongst the trees
April 2024
Ferry
August 2024
A border crossed,
A manor breached,
Warmth and closeness keeps
The fog at bay.
Her eyes are wide,
Against the wind they stare,
The light pierces the mhor,
‘Lo, the monde aglow.
Hot, nourishing coffee,
Cold, rain beats the land,
Separated, insulated, comforted,
Cards on the table.
With skittish touch,
Eyes meet and linger,
The game not yet won,
But the climax in sight.
The water stills,
The wind holds breath,
The day persists,
The night awaits.
The day breaks,
With the call of the open road,
Four boots upon the grey,
With blue above her, and not within.
In the stars
Forever
Time merges into one. I see the first time I saw you. Supine, volpine on a chair. I see the last time you walked away from me. They exist in the same moment, a heartbeat containing multitudes.
We hold hands by the river, on a bench. We duck behind heather in the hills. We play cards in the rain. We drink in loud silence. We sail and dance, rhythm and sway. We entagle to keep the night at bay, and revel in the space it closes between us.
We walk, we splash, we sleep. Oh, the fountains I have seen through your eyes. Perhaps one day we will fly.
You come to me, I come to you, astride great metal chariots thundering through the separation. I am nervous every time.
But your smile heartens me, makes the ephermal physical, moves me.
Mi hai trovato, perché ero perduto
My life is divided into with, and without. Absence and presence. Existing and living.
Flags and language and cooking and gifts. I treasure them all.
Life in stuccato moments; pieces of time with no edges.
It is 4.27am. The wind has stilled, and I know the rain will come. For now, I can see into eternity.
