with each word
i write
i am undoing
you from
my heart
i am undoing
your lips
from mine
your hand
from mine
i am undoing
your power
over me

with each word
i write
i am undoing
you from
my heart
i am undoing
your lips
from mine
your hand
from mine
i am undoing
your power
over me

she is a sad
replacement
for the woman
you lost
the woman
you allowed
to leave
because
you were
never
man enough
to hold

i had too much
shine
for you not
to want
to take
a piece
it’s a shame
you continue
to take it
once you
are gone


always wanting
what you want
but what about
what I want?
not your problem
anymore, right?

you leave
leave and go
then come back
and take
want to stay
friends for you
when it suits
you
leave and have
me too
what kind
of privilege
is that?
i keep
the hair
on my body
because i want to –
it’s nature


the hurt
will pass
i no longer
hold it close
i let it go
with softness
and patience
and love
I miss your saltkisses, your cold caress. As I welcome winter and I’m reminded to rest, I will come to you with arms open wide, ready to kiss the day with you again.
“The most sublime act is to set another before you.” William Blake, Proverbs of Hell

Let me honour you. Hold you up to the light. Explore, examine and praise your simple beauty, your blessed grace.
Shiny, hard nut. Chestnut. Conker. Like my heart, you will soften and give under the right conditions, under the right love.
Who do you belong to? Where do you belong? I ask you, but really I ask myself.
It’s rude to stare, to touch but I’m attached to you whether I want to be or not. We are both citizens of the Earth. This Earth.
I’m not alone in this world I’m connected to you. Chestnut to brown. Brown to chestnut. Skin to skin. We are kin.
And I feel your hurt too.