From when we first met, this warm love made the world around us a blurry haze,

your mind focus in on what you want,

keeping only the good bits,

and stretches it out to cover every aspect

Only when it ends, and you look back,

Will you see it clear, a true image of me,

no love illusion here.

Ribs and Chips menu poem

I will visit you when you are home, to taste your meat and sauce on the bone,

With loaded fries, and a few things on the sides, medium 4 to 5,

crumbed breast, getting saucy,

Mexican, american, middle eastern on top,

Green salad for you, and German mustard for me,

drinks all round, bottled in blue,

I can’t think where else i’d be, then eating ribs with you.

5 years on

You were five years older, but I loved you still, your flirty ways,

our interest shared, we went camping, and driving on long road trips,

footy and tennis, getting my drink on with your friends,

we wanted to do so much travelling my day, and loving by night,

You liked my easy going nature, I liked your lust for life,

together we found a bond, and I made you my wife.

Love rant.

You are attractive, like a drug to me. I can walk away… just not today. its the start of something. not sure what but its the start of something between me and you and i would like to watch it grow, see where it takes us. i don’t know where and i don’t know how. but i can feel it in me and i can see it in you.

Things have already started, and on a path now. this path on a slope. maybe uphill, maybe downhill, depending on how you look at it. I want for more, and I want it from you. The day moves on without us both, me at the desk and you in the garden. straightening tables, fixing the room, I don’t want to leave, I don’t want to be with people, other than you. love is on a slope, always going uphill, or downhill. never standing still.

It’s not where we started but maybe where we end. In a warm sunny day sitting on a gardens edge. I was eating strawberries, when you noticed me. with a genital wave, you fluttered on over, you strung together with bits of cloth, and hair ties. tired eyes, but happy to be there, those eyes on me. I offer you a strawberry, I say its from coles. the fruit is sweet, and has been in my bag. but now on break, the sun in the sky. we talk and chatter about things we love. I think that’s what I like most about you, your love, for things I love. 

Your hair all tied up, fair and wanting to escape your hair tie. not thick like mine. This moment may be awkward, but I am already cherishing it. the sun in my eyes, the sun on you.

Later that same week i’d pass you on my run, me sweating in the sun. Ten kilometers, fun to run. Our eyes meet, but I can not stop, my blood pumping as fast as my breath. You are at a table in your yard, as pretty today, as the day we met. But this moment now like the one before, I don’t want to disturb in, not even for more.