Crooked Smile

Won’t you pause with me a while?

We’ll bandy about

There’s something in your crooked smile

That balances me out

An Ounce of Spring

In each of his smiles,

There’s one ounce of spring

I should like to discover

What summertime brings

Jostle

Something in your voice that day

Breached an inner truce

A hardened writ inside of me

Jostled a little loose

M Theory

Thoughts are things

Interlacing strings

Sacred vibrations

Imaginations

Harmony

Mollifying waves

Sanctify my frequency

If he was a triptych,

Surely you’re harmony

That Moon

That moon’s a slice of lemon pie

The light that dark cannot disguise

The hello to end all my goodbyes

Q.R.V.

Laconic & Gin, he serves with a grin,

His favourite apéritif

Spirit: future-proof, 99% beauf

I’d rather gulp Q.R.V.

Q.R.V.

At the end of the season, those minds of good reason

Will pluck malignancy

For if love should rot, winter will be fraught

With fermented Q.R.V

Dawn

Winter’s ennui

Became spring’s élan

If he was my dusk,

Surely you are my dawn

Sun

Twilight was over

‘Fore it had begun

If he was my Moon,

Surely you are my Sun