Out My Window

Just sometimes I look out the window and wish there was a way,
to be out there, out of the conditioned air,
where the leaves on trees in whispers sing,
and in skies colours play.

Our fair city at dusk

Ronnies

let these words pound on the table, fuck fuck fuck fuck,
see into me, through the quiet outside, into my sparking eyes
eyes setting fire to the room, words overturning tables, chaotic silence

Move

I put on my glasses and took off my shoes.
Pants cuffed to my knees I tested the water and was overcome with excitement and disbelief at it’s warmth.
We walked along the water, slowly, my toes clutching the sand, my arches massaged.
I looked out to sea, to the darkess, to the scattered lights we speculated must be boats.
The sky lit up with lightning. Bolts flung between clouds as though they were at war.
We floated in the water, warm like a hug, warm like complete understanding, we watched the sky light up in the distance in silence; silence, except for the water tickling my ears.