The first kiss

A single kiss 

as we depart 

our first meeting over

so much in that kiss

bold and yet shy

lips just parted

a possibility

a connection

a door left open

Easter Snow

Snowman relics litter the park

melting and abandoned

surrounded by grass.

Know the childlike joy and mirth

that went into building them

is now seeping back into the earth

The Authentic look

I see it now as I walk down the street

I see it in the way our eyes meet

I am all there in the way I look

I can glance and cast a hook

to capture and engage with all

a smile and wink, standing tall.

People see the real me at last

the world in my eyes is vast

pools of gentle love flowing

life is now giving and growing

Silk Worm

Protecting self 

by not falling in love

not wanting to hurt

cocooned inside 

spinning silk to protect

to soften every landing

remaining unconnected

known for the soft

ephemeral touch

inside wiggles and churns

the truth wormlike 

blind 

wanting to 

be seen

That is no more for me

metamorphosis

I am a beautiful

butterfly 

that has 

taken to flight

What did you see?

A weird dream, a wonderful dream

I was in a home by a fire

An autistic man asked

"What did you see on the tele"

I saw that I had not really 

learnt my lessons - not yet

This was a second time 

I had visited his home

from the future

I was there as 

a second chance.

At first I had missed my boat

I came back and saw

an opportunity for 

love and care

tenderness for whoever

a touch a kiss

the genuine

warmth of a smile

I saw my joy

over spilling