Not my words

What you will remember

long after

I have vanished

from the margins of your

life is

not my words

fragile as flowers

under a dancer’s feet

not my thoughts

that floated bubble-like

through the air

and sometimes met yours

But what you felt for me

for one moment

in time

that  intense

hot, razor-sharp

feeling 

as true

and as fleeting

as a new-born’s cry.

From nothing prepares you 2007, 2012

Meeting in South London

That morning I met you

at the underground station

was a freezing December day

but your smile was warm

and the three months

we had spent apart

melted like

the frost at my feet.

But by January it had snowed

and the new year had brought with it

new possibilities

for you

On the day I had to leave

we walked beside that

frozen lake

In your eyes I saw

that the end had already begun

Even as lengthening shadows

signal the end of a day

and falling leaves

sing of summers end

Still, there were tears in you.

so I took your hand

told you gently

“It will be a long time

before this place

and my heart

see the sun again….”

(From nothing prepares you, Colombo: Zeus, 2007; second edition forthcoming 2012, Colombo: Akna: publishers)

Search Engine

I wasn’t searching for you

Or anyone

I had long since

Unfound  love.

Until I found you

And  you became indispensable

Like Google.

and You tube

those that leave us wondering

How we had lived before.

But unlike the search engines

Or even Wiki

You couldn't stay long

So I guess I better get used

to the dictionary.

The yellow pages too

Might just  have to do.

(February 2012)

Violence is an antigram of 'nice love'

Feelings are fickle
and leave
that is why
Felt
is an anagram
of left