Removing his slippers
He stepped barefooted onto the smooth pebbles.
Moving slowly, he stooped occasionally,
Careful to collect every fallen, red maple leaf –
Then, using the bamboo rake
He carefully made the patterns she’d loved.
Sitting on a low wooden bench
He now drank his tea and remembered.
His black skin held tight
The red blood that pumped life,
Until she cut him.
Her pale complexion
Always hid the red blood,
Until she was shamed.
Her ancient ancestry
Stayed in her red blood,
Until the city stole her innocence.
Kneeling in prayer
Red blood sang through his body,
Until hatred ended his life.
Our naked desires
Our blood red insides
Our loves and fears
The vessel matters not
The souls are all alike.
The heart pumps the same -
cashmere sweater drapes
enticingly on soft curves
hungry eyes devour
this summer evening
take me in your river deep
ease my fevered brow
(Picture by Zoe – photographer, traveller, scientist, friend)
ancient sunlight shows
sacred mountains radiance
my heart again fills
some things get broken
in caring hands they are fixed –
or they mend crooked
I photographed this stencil in Dunedin, New Zealand – it was pasted to the back of a bus stop.
On a night when even trees don’t whisper
I held your hand and felt her presence rise.
Yon horizons light began to shimmer
Lunar beauty filled our unblinking eyes
With Moreton Island dark beneath her light
She reached across the bay a golden thread
Seldom we see a more inspiring sight
As lunar’s golden beam shone where we tread.
I kissed your lips beneath heavens glory
And promised that we’ll stand together so
As super-moons light our path and story
And even in the dark we don’t yet know
Let’s write our names upon this golden sand
And watch them fall into her golden hand.