(Finally)
Something I can grow
Without effort
Or understanding
Pots lined up
Laughter
Basil bows
At my brilliance
I dilly-dally
Along the paths
Watercan in hand
(quiet laugh)

I got all the thyme in the world

The blend
Is the aspect
To the trend
A challenge

Ideally
A gradual transition
Slow and calculated
Pleasure in the process

Silky strands
Dance in my hands
As I find
Intense tiers

Love Interruption

Roll me over slowly
Stick a knife inside me
And twist it all around

Assist my splintered trust
Tuck me into bed
Leave me safe and sound

Grab my fingers gently
Slam them in a doorway
Put my face into the ground

Release me instantly
Listen to my comments
Recognise my frown