Two, young and trendy
One, in his hand a chap stick
London’s air strips him
Londoners look grim
Hurrying impatiently
Life’s relentless grind
Death message by text
Unfinished business by choice
A revengeful death
Long travelled marble
Re-used again and again
His curves adorn it
Skin so very soft
Indian hands my friends says
Caresses I seek
The mind understands
My heart and soul embraces
Polyamory
Gay patriarchy
Unless proven otherwise
Exclusionary
Grow a big strong heart
Be as you wish to be seen
Loving keeps me sane
If your plan a fails
There’s 25 more letters
Trees stand, and let go
Seeking the Stone Age
Youthful feet chase Pokémon
The tide turns again
Fleeing refugees
The boy sits in bloodied shock
To have lived through this
At the grocer’s shop
I was the English grandson
Apples torn in half
Mint imperials
From tall jars on high shelves
My grandmothers treat
Patience by gas light
Blue pipe smoke, tales of New York
Bluebottles and wasps
Fun filled long summers
An old quarry, rough playground
Blacks mad bull raging
Two communities
This man has no connection
A tree without roots
Curiosity
Fertile imaginings
Seeds carried far away
Reckonings of life
Lives, leaves carried on the breeze
Face it, don’t look back
The mind seeks answers
Souls crave loving nourishment
Carbon is inert
What is the spirit?
A thing we cannot behold
Childish innocence
My androgyny
Undifferentiated
Juxtaposition
Gender bending men
Male dominant narratives
An oxymoron
How men think they cope
Troubling masculinities
Find that inner child
I knelt beside them
Imagining their ardour
Consummated love
They fade, loose colour
Like the love they once shared
Memories echoed
Six dry red roses
Rest, abandoned with a view
Tokens left behind
Red love tokens rest
On the edge of an outlook
Faded, dry like life
I found love tokens
Resting, left behind, marking
And I thought of you
We miss each other
Dried petals connected me
Our love reaches out
They lay on the ledge
Once blood red, filled with sap
Now discarded, lost?
Six ruby red stems
Lie in winters decaying
Ashes long gone now
First, procreation
Then recreation, ah sex
So, concentration
Chit chit chit, a wren
Robin’s solo lullaby
Lavender browning
Days grow, short again
A last bloom of butterflies
Green nuts underfoot
Late summer echoes
Red laden hawthorn boughs bend
And the sun grows cold
Convicted eyes leer
Contemptuous of our stare
Menace, starkly bare
Shimmering moist
Love and joy swim openly
The stream flows through us
Love can suffocate
My world feels a lot smaller
Autumnal breezes
The black iris chills
Their rage enhanced
The fear is in them
Sex connects us all
I stopped validating him
Relationships lie
He has a presence
His eyes smile and that’s a gift
Him revealed by it
My world feels smaller
There is less connection now
Like a lone wether
Lost and found
Coveting and loving
We need to talk, men.
Timeless weathering
Grockling rocks at bloody bridge
Cascading chorus
An otter edges
Blends in spaces, affording
Safe passage beyond
A lonely leaf falls
In my solitude I grieve
For all loves lost leaves
He said he loved me
Now he says he needs space
Driftwood & solitude
Heartbreaking is real
Heart aching physical pain
Separation hurts
