Adult Haircuts

We are children of the winter
Early evening, reborn into the dark.
Streetlights are almost close enough to touch -
The stars come down to hold our hands.

A clock tower disappears
Into the freezing mist
That embraces us all
As if in a dream I half remember.

Its fingers curling underneath our scarves
These adult haircuts leaving us numb.
The cold makes us weep
As we rejoice in this gift of temperature.

-

I was a child
Reborn into an unfamiliar night.
In your car window, I think,
Those strange reflections glowed.

My eyelids were slowly drooping;
It may just have been a dream,
For I could scarcely believe I was alive.

Colours In The Sky

I thought it was a sunrise
Whose slender fingers
Tousled my newborn's hair.
I thought it was a morning
Whose breath danced upon my lips.

The fingers shorten,
Breath dies, light fades.
Woken briefly for that beauty
Before it is lost.

I thought you were a sunrise
When you walked into my life,
Your soul skipped blissfully through mine.
So beautiful, but setting,
It meant the same to me.

Aquarius

I was born to carry

Water with me

Collect the drops

That fall upon my head.

I carry every moment,

Your face upon my hand.

I carry them in my heart

Until it gets heavy.

You let them flow as tears,

Your hand upon my face.

I carry them in my heart

Until it breaks.

To Occupy My Time

Every little prop of my life
Has taken a short vacation
Believing me to be in the care of the others.

So for now, in the absence
Of, amongst others, my bath
This cake and I
Shall ponder the mysteries of love.

There is a sensuality
To coffee that is slightly too hot.
Whorish lips roll over its silk
And hold onto this, if nothing else.

An empty lacquer box of treasures
Lies waiting in front of me.
Open, the perfect model of acceptance,
It waits for my props to return.

You like your coffee with milk
And a worrying amount of sugar.