

Poems for YouIn monsoons shadow dusk celebrates at odd times of day.Poems for You
Clocks forget themselves below the heaviness of waiting for rain.
Clouds forget to make shapes shingled above the longing of leaves.
And I forget myself in writing these poems for you.


a woman not a girlAcross the space her smile lit.. waves, like the lighthouse on the bay at worlds end. It shone upon gulls thrown into limestone ravaged, by a wind fetched from the salt of crabs clawsa woman not a girl
And while she spoke I swam cerulean depths, slipped over shipwrecks and steel only A fathom beneath, unguarded
By whispers unclothed, tremulous fingers slid into mine, cozy In the fluff of her hair, nuzzled in her warmth The tang of her ears, a tumult on my tongue, riotous, dawn bled ochre into the veld much too soon.


...From crevasse to crescent,...
some children say
that if you perched her wrinkles
end to end,
they'd stretch a furlong.
The grass has grown
long like an unkempt head
matted in the rain
and no amount of craning
or climbing trees
is enough
to find the widow
staring back at me.
Others say something circles
above her head
in the window;
they have glimpsed it
in the flashes of lightning. They say
she is beautiful, she must be: my heart pulls me
every day to these walls and this gate. The rain is a
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