Weight

Weight – I 

This body
I am contained within
this shudder and slouch
imprisonment and confinement
weights of flesh, juddering
through life, a weight
so inexplicably
yet inescapably
burdensome

Harbouring revulsion
i am a dancer
i just want to be
             …light
i just want to
blend in
with beauty
i just want
                    freedom

Weight – II

This mind
I am contained within
a swing so strange
imprisonment and confinement
weighed in silence, a view
Irrational; yet so believable
sway
each extreme
and self control
stolen sleep

I was a dreamer.
I just want to feel
              …light
I just want
to see
the blend;
I just want
                    freedom.

September ‘07

small one

I want to call her “small one”
because I love to bestow affection
But I become concerned for her self-esteem.

She is a tall spirit
and it is this
barely-contained in her small figure
which endears her to me.

so when I say “small one”
little sunshine angel
I really mean
“small one” and “tall one”
funny, quirky, beautiful wonderful one
wandr’ing one
wondering one

and everything in between.

July ‘07 

Here

like a heady wine
I was a fruit juice
that turned dangerous.
Sometimes it feels as though
I skipped the trainingbras and went straight
to DD.

suddenly from scrawny tomboy
climbingtrees scrapingknees
to this woman
breaking hearts
gettin’ mine broken –

suddenly my energy is wild
my strangeness is sensual
I have a place in this big ol’ world and sometimes –
sometimes I am afraid to wonder
what my littleself would have thought of thisme.

I don’t know where the inbetween time went –
But now I feel… I wasn’t thrown or pushed into this.
I danced into these curves,
Learnt the joys of pantydancing & negligees…
making love,
climbing trees…
yes… yes, I am still me.

January ‘07

Water

rhythmic-lyrical streamlets of water run down my body
like poetry when I’m inspired,
like someone turned the faucet on with their voice.
the smell of my wet skin
is coiled around me,
permeating through the years –
it’s always been the same and I
have always loved it.
Morning water pushes on and across me,
heat
and comfort
making my nakedness happy with itself,
as your nakedness does –
matching, beautifully fitting in
with my curves
knowing the way
the so-closely-fitting two halves
to a whole lot of love,
the two feelings
which make up everything in between.
Knowing the way,
and like your fingers the water follows
only you and it know my body so well
the paths
its way

January ‘07

Beat

I am beating out the rhythm of tomorrow
- or beating in -
onto, into, my bum.
I am walking through this alleyway,
slapping my arse
like there’s no tomorrow
(because I’m hoping like hell that there will be.)

I’m singing,
I’m the breath of this fresh smell and
concrete, tarmac after the rain,
I am all their umbrellas
and the wind which pulls them,
my hair is so messed.

I stink but it’s a good stink.
It’s me and it reminds me of you
you, and the way you told me
my smell is me
and that I turn you on.

I am and I am hearing
My own footsteps on the street,
reverberating in the alleyway like
something poetic goes here.

Sometimes I catch a sight
or the smell of you
passing me by
and I want just to tell you,

You really fucking turn me on too.

September ‘06

Voluptuosity

I pause in my voluptuous-
ness.  If I was a taste, I’d be
sweet, like syrupy
fruit juice, sticky and
just a tiny bit tart,
the colour of rhubarb
with gold like clear apple juice.

this is all your fault.

November ‘05

hair

my hair needs brushing I think distastefully as
I look at the strings. a brush
doesn’t do much, the wind tears away
the elusive strands and my third eye tingles.

The sun shines away any thought of
imperfection when you arrive.  As soon as
I’m gone again my hair feels dirty.

November ‘05

Perish

Slipping
between
warm sheets

I noticed

A bead of sweat
Shoulder-bound
On neck;

Your eyes flickered
Once
Twice;

and randomly
You turned your head
aside…

Arching lightly
bare neck-flesh
Tendons flexing

And as you rolled,
I saw
The sweat-bead die,

Perish
On soft
linen.

February ‘05