Spilt coffee

Flat but filled

the coffee spilt,

spread and grew to an ocre stain 

on an orange kaftan. 

Hard 

but smelt of an afternoon spent 

in concrete corners,

didn’t cost a cent. 

It ran down legs

onto wooden floors, 

splashed and spread against the doors. 

Sticky and wet,

it left its scent

despite towels which soak away the mess. 

I wash my dress in buckets of red, 

till it looks the same as it always did,

though I know it will never smell as fresh

for the spilt coffee I can never forget. 

Water bottles

Bag of boiling waterstill leaves cold corners 

beneath toes, frost bitten, 

sliding softly beneath sheets 

and socks.

Skin burns beneath the bottle 

2 legs across,

30 centimetres wide,

it’s warmth has tried

to cure the bitterness 

that sweeps across this cosy mess

vast and void with room

for 2. Though neglects to fill the 

emptiness 

Don’t think that you’re superfluous 

I’ve kept a place reserved

for you. 

For constant warmth from head to toe and hands that seek my shivering bones. 

A place where I don’t need these clothes and where I’ll choose to share this note. 

Matan

M is for munt, something he doesn’t even doA is for attractive, always a pleasant view

T is for Thai, one of his favourite foods

Another letter A, although I’d say he’s an A+

And then letter N, cuz I think he’s really noice. 

A Cold Bed

Bag of boiling waterstill leaves cold corners 

beneath toes, frost bitten, 

sliding softly beneath sheets 

and socks.

Skin burns beneath the bottle 

2 legs across,

30 centimetres wide,

it’s warmth has tried

to cure the bitterness 

that sweeps across this cosy mess

vast and void with room

for 2. Though neglects to fill the 

emptiness 

Don’t think that you’re superfluous 

I’ve kept a place reserved

for you. 

For constant warmth from head to toe and hands that seek my shivering bones. 

A place where I don’t need these clothes and where I’ll choose to share this note. 

Warmth.

Eyes closed

Flickering in artificial light

Insides wide open

A Constant flow or a kitchen tap jammed on tight

Drips slow

And a Drain clogged with yesterday’s scraps

Gooey grey and yellow

10 drips

Become a full sink

I think

My eyes float across suds 

Slip and overflow

Slides down sides

Drops on toes

A bucket 

A mop

Soaks away the mess

Like clouds above a Damp wilderness

Fills and shifts

And shares its flow on tiles

On snow

I melt 

Words become water

Water and words

Splash my cheeks 

My flickering eyes

Sigh and blink 

They’re tired and limp

I think

My words disappear

I empty my sink

Then glide into soft sheets with cold summer on my mind, feet seek cold corners

But my eyelids are tired

Heart beats slow

And the tap drips slow down

Not a smile nor a frown fills my face as much as warmth fills yours. 

Walking around the Glacier Lagoon ~ Iceland

I feel dizzy amongst these rocks
Rocks
more rocks
moss covered rocks
Wind breaths down my neck
Sinister cries
birds that are black
Black sand and ice
amongst the stony mounds
that surround me now
No echo no sound
Infinite ground
Rocks chatter they crack
they tap
tap
tap
The moss is soft
Lie on my back watching the black cloud cover the cold pillars of white
as the sun opens it’s eyes
shines upon my chilling spine.