The Painting
This gave me comfort.
Eyeslide soft across the stiff page.
Nipples, knuckles dropping round down the paper.
Sandy pastel over
Shiny surface.
Taken by the gentle colour
Washed
Down
To the hand.
Fingers longloose
Curved hanging over
The private centre.
This gave me comfort.
Silence Voice
City morning
My thoughts are spread wide
Like my arms and legs.
Fading in and out.
Sounds of early morning traffic.