Crush

pine scent
mixed with smoke scent
mingling with your scent
breath
breath
i dare not look into your eyes
do not look into my eyes
I stare into the flame
willing the heat not to rise on my cheeks
willing your hand to escape your pocket
willing your hand to just brush my inner wrist
a sign
any sign
is this a sign?
a moment caught
a moment captured
in my memory
a moment lost
as you turn away.

KD 23/6/13

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The image is by Stanley Kubrick for Look magazine 1949

The Artist

Paint me in every hue
each facet,
line and  plane.
See me for the first time
Unlock me.
Onto your canvas.
My soul exposed
in paynes gray and ochre.


KD 9/6/13

The picture is of a door in Charleston Farmhouse Sussex. Go to The Mag to see the others work.

Blackbird

waking waking singing in a next dimension 1979 morris graves

your heart is laid
in my palm
life line to life line
i feel us beating
darting eyes assess the situation
and quickly look away
abashed
gently i remember
cobwebs of time
listening to your songs
a homage to the earth and the skies
of wonder and elation
your iridescent plumage
emerald black in this light
stirs feelings yet unknown
deep down once 
in a feathered nest 
a knowledge that frowns with frustration
then by way of a turn of your head
you speak to my soul
just as you spread your wings 
and fly.

KD 2/6/13

have you ever held a tiny bird caught in the cobwebs of a dusty shed?
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