movement

Stand there and watch me flow 

my beautiful sea angel, 

the angles of your smile and 

the sight of your back to my eyes. 

I will watch and wait for you, 

a crystal star floating abridged against 

the moon, 

in the clouds 

between us. 

A gentle echo of my mind 

eclipses 

your dainty translation, 

makes my heart skip in its secrecy.  

Ancient languages, ancient motions.  

Oceans of rhyming song 

tingling against my lips in  

radiation from the strings, 

Summertime decadence and 

sweet tangerine fall: 

remember me beneath those trees.  

Hold a minute, 

My love. 

There is an iciness in your 

pain I no longer 

recognise. 

There is ubiquity in your hands.  

Tender and bruised, 

Frothy and sculpted, 

every layer a latent remembrance of 

intensity and devotion.  

In that, 

we shall have our requiem of 

Life.