SEX

Five, sex, seven
If and only if,
You are from Belfast.

If this is true
Why did they not focus on the sex?

“Make Love not War” etc.

Who really cares about religion?

Especially today.

BEDROOM

Narrow single fall-out bedroom fear,
Four poster dreaming fantasy love,
King size suite is playing-field empty,
Twin queens wondering if just for queens.

Hard or soft, big or small, no fun alone.

These sleepless thoughts caused,
By ever increasing jetlagged jetlag,
Which now feels more like hangover,
But unshiftible with a walk or hairy dog.

SNOWMAN

Sitting here in this heat, thinking slow,
Your last night loving thaws my icy soul,
This SILY snowman loves the feeling as,
My cold cold heart is melting to you love.

MY LOVE

Halfway across Europe, missing you,

Missing me, forever absent always near.

Moments of intense closeness, followed by

Absence, more painful than a root canal,

But, the moments together, precious,

Beyond feeling, more intense than

Things, which we fill our lives for

Comfort, an antidote to the

Loneliness, that is part,

Of global living

Today.

THE GIFT

There was never any objection or obligation or any-big-thing in this,
There was never any problem or procrastination or pride in this,
There was never drama or doubt or decision in this,
Only love.

There was never any concern or confusion or conundrum in this,
There was never any plan or principle or project in this,
There was never any struggle or soul-searching or sorrow in this,
Only love.

CLUTTER

The agoraphobic
Need to
Clutter
The

E m p t y

Spaces
In my life
With endless
Needless junk is
The un-relaxing discomfort
In my struggle for the simple life.

BLUE

The smiling eyes like deep blue pools of love,
Delicious drowning feeling every call I make,
A flash of our seventh heaven lunch in Wien.

The lovely feeling as you nestle in my pocket,
Forever with me, good vibrations, but apart,
This lonely traveller is sleeping with you now.

Ten thousand miles, so far but yet, so near,
Another week before my blue turns bright,
In your “Hi, good morning” arms again.

FIRST LOVE

Do you remember when she first held your hand?
Thirty seconds that seemed like thirty minutes,
The first kiss thrills with a scrambled egg feeling,
You simultaneously slightly drunk and flying high.

Never forgotten, never repeated, frozen instants,
The forever moment, now forever lost in time,
Unless she said yes and that faint reminder,
Of your first love, is a morning coffee smile.