Monday, 7 April 2014


(a prompt from Studio30Plus to simply address the 3rd 
dictionary definition of "Love" : sexual passion or desire)

It is too tame a word for summer lightning
And the high winds over the moors.
Just a word,
Too small to contain new lives and dreams
And whispered forbiddens shared in smiling seething night.
A single sound
Cannot within it bind the shattering of ease
And its glorious rebuilding.
It should burn
Not sit so simply on the tongue
Lazy and heavy like an easy thing.  It should pounce
And grasp
And bite
And hold so close and for so long
That worlds could rise and fall unseen
And do.