Four Love Poems

A Thread Of Love

Embroider me the sky

When I say I am done with love

Hold it to the sun until it fades

Silk shatters because it shines

But these common threads

Bind birds and bones and flowers

In a passing moment

None the less divine

Daisychain Fabrications

The wind said not today

Took your kite

Through chagrined fingers

Leaving only welts

And the fast dwindling parallelogram

Of unaccounted loss

We count daisychain fabrications

Heads fallen in dismay

At the untoward oracles they reach

Chlorophyll on your lips

This small patch of grass

Left quite pristine

I will pretend

To be almost human

Stubbing out the stars

In negligence you spit

With a haphazard pirouette

Unsure from which direction the fire starts

A burnt taste of melaleuca

Irregardless of your howling innocence

Or where the sunfall zephyr carries you

In the redding evening

Here and gone are almost the same

Leave

I remember when we could barely move

Without peremptorily dying, from a ruby mired sea

The fundament still falling

I climb again into forgotten cups

Wondering at the cracks dark with the shape

Of so many flawed tasseographies

As if time in layered stains

Imparts the dregs of truth

With a taste of bitterness and honey

I still see you here, augured out of love

Falling infinitely away

From the painted rim

Cold against my unsuspecting lips

Arson Girl

Arson girl plays aeroplanes

Arms stretched wide and swooping

Down steep and grumbling cobbled lanes

She believes in love and naphthalene

And plastic lighters all the colours of the summer sky

We folded paper for a game of love and hate

Tearing with a monster claw at desperately chanced futures

Listening to the origami roar

Of fragile folding hearts

But when it said; for her

There was only tattered moons

With furious legerdemain and tatter bitten fingers

She flung it in the air

Unfurled a bird of ashes, almost as quickly gone

While a crushing song, on the tinpot radio

Sang of a ramshackle sun

She held aloft a single flame

And sung along

Dancing for the end of time

While the curtains slowly, slowly burned