A Year of Love Poems
Dedicated to all those beings I feel in love with in 2020
Of Another Life
The light that hits my face
Through the window
The glass
The whispers
Of another life.
I see you
As you move through the world
We are tied
You and I
A quantum entanglement
A ring
Of love.
Freedom, joy, bliss —
My heart dances
As the mayflies do through the spring.
The light that hits my face
Warmth, rays, glow —
The long grass grazes my legs
The harvest mites bite
And you are with me
The whispers
Of another life.
The one star hanging
I inhale your scent
Deep into your chest
I shudder all over
As the universe penetrates into
My mind’s eye.
It is the evening
Of cosy fairy lights
Looped into our makeshift bookshelves.
We stare
Through our small urban window
Out beyond the
Bricks and train tracks
Towards the one star hanging
In the night sky.
I ask you questions
Of the great unknown
Holding you tight
As you surrender —
And we delicately grasp each other
Like the last silk thread
Clinging to an open cocoon.
Each moment takes
A lifetime to dissolve
And I remember —
The impermanence of this moment
When I kiss you
Goodbye.
Playmate
The arch of your back
The salt off your skin
The glow of your eyes
The moan from your lips
It delights me
It tremors me
It enraptures me
Movement
Breath
Gasping
We play
And the world dances
With us
Within us
Us
I’m on Planet Earth!
The wonder can’t be explained
The wonder can only be felt
It is a gentle stream
It is a torrent of hail
The wonder is the big blue sky
A dome above my head
I am protected
I am all life
I am the wonder
Who are you?
This is the only you that
I have ever known
I know not what has past
In your life
Nor your loves
Nor your pains
I know not what paths
you walked
In finding this crossroads
in which we meet.
We bump into each other
our journeys now together
But I know not of who you were
Nor you of me and mine.
There is only the you now
that I know.
There is only the you now
that I love.
Hello.
Love, what be love
But a lack of fear
What be love
But my soul and yours
Bowing to each other
In a mutual greeting
For Vish
A waterfall of tears
Flow from the universe
Through my being
Like a lemon squeezed
Of all its
Delicious
Sour
Juice
I don’t write haikus
My poetry is just words
That flow from within
Blue Eyes
Blue, the shade of the ceiling —
Sky above my head
Blue, the paint in the wash —
The ocean beneath my feet
Blue, the reflection of a mirror —
As I stare into your eyes
Blue, the sound of my heart calling
Of the love I feel inside
A.P.G.
She looks so red
Just hanging there
The gods have been good to her
Nurtured her
Loved her
But she didn’t need much tending to
She was already ready to come into being
All on her own
She couldn’t wait to burst
Into the fullness of her purpose
To be sweet
To be ready
To be fleshy and tender and wanted
She has no yearning for more
She has no qualms with her existence
She sits there
Growing daily
Basking in the sunshine of life
Dripping in the rain
Swaying in the winds
She is
She fills my mouth with all of her
My soul and her become one
Apple.
Homefulness
And we dove
Into the crisp, wild, cold, clean
Welcome!
Water, lake
Naked
Running all over. My skin.
A splash
A taste
I float, eyes closed, face towards the sun
Breathing, breathing, breathing…
Breath.
A pause.
I float,
Glistening, reflections and sparkles
I stretch
Flow all over. My skin.
Naked.
Samhain
Eyes sparkling, mouths smiling
Revelations!
Hearts bursting, joy roaring,
The smell of flames and fire.
Mysterious cosmos,
The fabric of time and space
Depths of plancks, protons, blazars
Merge in the murky dance of us.
Magick, sparks with each ember, each tinder each…
A fight to the death of egos, identities, clashing inwards —
Blood spurting, boars bursting.
The stag of the patriarchy collapses under
The strain of the revolution!
A revolution of love, of connection,
of souls gazing into souls.
A revolution of dissolution.
The Earth be our witness
Be the mother to hold our rights of passage
To spoon us into oblivion — flesh pressed upon flesh.
When the world runs in panic, we have each other.
Held tender in our breasts, of beating hearts
Of nuzzles into my neck.
Warm breath on my shoulders.
Titillating between my legs.
A revolution brews, within each of us.
Milly
And the way she smiles
Curls in her hair
Cheekiness about her face
Her brown eyes glow
I run my hands down her arm
I lay my head in her lap
We look at each other
Gaze
We laugh
We giggle
She is my friend
Milly
Nector
Dripping sensually through my fingers
I feel the heat of her
Sticky, as she is sweet
Lick me up. Guzzle me.
Choke me.
Feel all of me.
Cum inside of me.
Feel It
Every pore
Every sound
Human connection
With every heartbeat
Every breath and step
Reverberating into my soul
Love, feel it, oh feel it good.
Playfulness
The fool nests in trees
gah gah gah, yooooo!
This shared creation feels freeing!
We are liberation
Fucking bring it on
On like donkey kong!
(Co-creations by Minty Horseradish, Spicy Lavender, Plain With a Hole In It, Foxy Cous Cous, Flutter Bye, Storm Lobster and Avalanche)
Woods on a Winter’s Day
Void — contrasting.
With the light from the canopy.
Birch trees line up
like disobedient soldiers
collapsing in stern ecstasy
all over each other
as they watch.
The nymphs of the water
flow gently, seductively
down the slip of the bank.
They whisper into each other’s ears
lightly touching, caressing
into the care of each other’s
delicate tiny beings.
One moment still
another ever-changing masterpiece
on this canvas.
Even the mud clings in its love — in love
with the earth,
a scene of pure bliss.
Take a stroll with me
and witness it all unfold.
Smells — like the memories forgotten in the clouds
Sounds — like the pitter patterness
Looks — like the crystals falling from the sky
Feels — like wet, sometimes cold, damp on my nose
Tastes — like the seasons, like the sky making love
To Be, To Love
Reflections
The cosmos
The great mystery of life and all
In the palms of my hands
In each sweet taste of fruit
In the wings of a fly
Across the plains
On the shoulders of each gale
The splash of the sea
The droplets of rain
To be
To be
To be
My heart yearns to me
To love
To love
To love
My beingness decrees
Wild Women in Dorset
The rapids, the gushing, the cold!
Naked, we immerse ourselves
to the will of nature, Gaia herself.
In our raw feminine beauty
We stand strong, powerful
wombs, tremor together.
We weave, into a sisterhood
like the moss on the trees.
The essence of life all around
these ancient woods
feels like carpet beneath my fingertips.
The expansion of the sky
the morning sun breaking through
in colours of Autumn that could
shatter the very spectrum of which it was born.
The crunch of the leaves,
the beauty of death and dying
ferns, together in their last moments
they cast a vibrant yellow, orange hue.
The river calls to us,
her spirit as wild as our hearts yearn to be
She asks for a stone to be plucked
from the depths within her.
We explode into and out of the crisp cutting cold
of the water, flowing
the sound, both gentle and a roar.
We walk alongside her, through the trees
buried underneath the growth.
The lichen, the fungi, the feather of winged-beings
lay at our feet,
over and under,
over and under.
We choose each footstep
and the cows wander,
we wonder, who are we?
Alone, when one.
together, we are the wild, wild women.
