(2003)
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…
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…
Cold tiles calm clammy skin as blood redder than the brightest tomato — like red pen ink
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…
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…
The grey sky hung low and heavy That cold October day. Downstairs, the house began to rou… —I chose to stay away. Well-intentioned warmth and care
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…
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…
If I could live my life in suspen… I would choose to live it with you… If I could be young forever witho… I would be young forever with you. If I could stay in this moment an…
You walked in to the party, Like you were walking into a film. I looked at you and thought “what… Then I drank quite a lot more win… You came up to talk to me,
I feel the warmth of your body holding me in a protective ring. I smell the ironed cleanness of yo… as you pull me closer. As I cling to you, knowing this is the moment
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
It catches her unawares Cinching cold in her chest Veins of icy crystals Freezing inside herself It hits her deep in the lungs
There’s dayglow-soaked outrage all over the news. Petitions, bold claims and die-in campaigns. Point-scoring games
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.