Oh,my ripe apple,i adore
your wrinkled skin,your hazel eye.
i like your shape,i like your taste,
to eat you up would be a waste.
i’ll nibble on your perfect ears.
i’ll lick away your salty tears.
if you still wish to be devoured,
let me take one detailed tour.
i like your lips,so fine and wide,
through which your breaths flow like the tide.
i like your eyes as they gaze out
with just the slightest air of doubt.
your nose seems for me the perect shape,
as round it your bold cheeks can draped.
and most of all,i like your skin.
so where do you want me to begin?
Skin is our both boundary and our bliss full union
Skin soft yet firm
Divides yet unites
Paradoxically elegant solution
to these lyrical questions.
How lightly you touch me,
Yet I feel you so much.
In turn I touch you.
Life is a pattern of mutual grace;
we are all touched
By the light and the darkness.
Forgive us,O God,
For forgetting your face.
Sun piercing through red maple leaves
Patterns the flagstone path.
Hear how the blackbirds call,
As we wander,paradise is not for humans.
Though in the end,every living moment
Is paradise on this warm skin of our world,
as it spins again in the void:
And He said:
Let there be Light.
I shall try to explain,
but the world is not logical.
the bank notes are old and crinkling.
your face appears like it’s own negative
the wind glows and the sun howls.
why is the rain blue?
i wanted a new weapon but the rainbow was
too long,i need something small and portable,
like a pen i once had.
just a pencil and paper will be fine,
but please look round.
we’re all related in the DNA
but the fighting goes on, for what?
does it matter my great grandfather was a Viking
who killed when necessary
or my grandmother sang in Gaelic
and swooned over dead children?
i can’t see but i hear their voices murmur.
a blue and a brown will go together
like harris tweed.
shall i give you some needles to patch yourself
before it’s too late?
i have long threads and connections for you,
if you will listen.
you don’t need the A to Z of London
in this world
it’s not relevant any more
to know exactly where you are,
just use the finger tips to feel the cave walls.
do we know whether to go back or forward
or even upside down?
trust the sense of bones and nerves
and the sea in our veins
linking us all
into a human whole.