Ophelia

Borne down by my fallen things;

water sodden

as if that fluid calls me back

to Earth;

back to that vacuum.

Oh, respite!

Garments heavy

pool around me,

fanned out as a bird

in flight beneath the surface.

In one final act of beauty I cease.

Two Lilies

In the cold February

you bloom;

eight petals flush against my ribs

in the warmth of

my centre.

Your fragrance

entrances me;

reminds me of the valley

and the rocky coast

so far yet always inside.

There is music in your colour;

notes repeated

to form a harmony remembered

in more than my ear.

Golden pollen

adorns my body;

words from your mouth;

remembrances of where your lips have touched.

I open,

curling back to expose to you

everything you have shown me to be yours.

Tiffins

Le matin

en me réveillant

je regarde mon montre et

je pense à ce que t'es en train

de faire.

T'es sûrement au bistrôt

ou tu travailles

ces heures trop longues.

Tu débarsse les tables

et tu fais des choses qu'il faut.

Et au bistrôt je vois

la vitrine

où je t'ai vu

pour la première fois

la soirée que tu m'as acheté

du thé.

Je vois aussi

les serveuses qui

ont rican en me voyant

au comptoir

et j'entends sa voix.

Tu parlais en français

à l'accent d'un anglais

et t'as souri.

C'est une soirée que j'oublierai jamais.

J

Every thing of beauty

draws me back to you,

oh you;

you part of me whose existence

I never knew.

When our eyes meet

through the

window

the world seems to

melt back and

I stop on the cobblestone

and I realize that

the same light

which plays so brightly

upon each wave in the sea

bathes your soul.

In your eyes there is

an understanding,

as if my latent knowledge

has found its

equation.

Though I can live without you

I would rather still

press my hand to yours and say

"I'm home."

Bell

when I touched my lips

to the picture

did you feel anything?

did you notice the electric shock

that traveled a continent?

did you hear the bird

that sang your name?

or maybe, for a moment,

did you think of me?