drunk butterfly

Ranelagh Road

you are my confetti of cherry blossoms
scattered about the pavement
adored and singularly delightful.
thoughts of you explode
during spring afternoons
like piñatas floating through the sky, wrapped in their papier-mâché of
hot air balloons filled with sprinkles.
you arrive on a saturday, tanned and beautiful
for my birthday
filled with wishes and wine
company, conversation
and kisses.

Salavas, Summer 2009

and there you stood before me
in that field
i felt the warmth of the night
through your fingertips

the grandeur of the fire lit sky
seemed to fly its colours over the hills
like a striped kite
as we watched it
mend and sew the stars slowly
with its movement
the stars-
so glorious!
like sprinkled powdered sugar
delicious
belonging only to us
a celebration of spirits

the adventure looked endless
in awe of the possibility that neither of us
would let it end

you wrapped your body
into the armchair that was me
and relaxed your head
upon my breast
i knew i would love you forever.

Gurtnagluggin

it felt strange sleeping in a place where you had existed for so long.
me lying there wondering how we had come so far from the time where
you loved me – and i staring up at the photo of you by the door feeling
like a stranger. an intruder staring into your blank eyes, finally
seeing a vision of hopelessness for the first time.

how sober time can make us…

unrecognisable you, staring down at me.
a glimpse of your past or my future – was i right to come?

Untitled, 2006

You unrolled me

Like that old blanket

Nestled in your closet

Collecting dust.

Peeling layer upon layer

Pulling me apart

Raw—

Twisted

My soul that I swallowed

Ages ago, resting in

Your eyes

Of granite,

Calm.

Like sitting on a parkbench

Sleepy

In that Saint’s Green

Where the diamond freckles

Of your eyes sparkle, and

Invite me to love again.

Buenos Aires, Christmas 2007

Recovery feels like purging myself from an

Endless black sea.

Noon arrived

With my head above the tide

Breathing effortlessly;

Absent of any memory of you.

The light looked different this day

In Plaza Dorrego.

Trees seemed to sway –

Delicately

While the promise of

Self doubt: Abolished –

Due to your absence

Seemed exhilarating!

You –

A tragedy no more,

Us –

Completely meaningless

In my autobiography.

How contemporary freedom feels.

Love Today

Love today
wait —
maybe tomorrow.
Tomorrow’s here —
then another gone
then
Love!
Yesterday…
yesterday’s Love,
far away
away from today
of all days
when I need it most.
Maybe tonight?
Tonight is gone —
as is my Love;
yesterday’s Love
so out of reach!
Trying to remember when
yesterday’s Love was
tomorrow’s…
If i could get back to
tomorrow
will i get my Love back?
Would tomorrow’s Love
from yesterday’s
be today’s?
Wait…
And then i wait —
and yet again wait.
And try to remember
to Love today –
catch Love today,
keep Love today,
hold Love today,
live Love today,
hope there is Love today!
That it doesn’t get lost
in yesterday
or in anticipation of tomorrow.
Wait…

Ranelagh Road

you are my confetti of cherry blossoms
scattered about the pavement
adored and singularly delightful.
thoughts of you explode
during spring afternoons
like piñatas floating through the sky, wrapped in their papier-mâché of
hot air balloons filled with sprinkles.
you arrive on a saturday, tanned and beautiful
for my birthday
filled with wishes and wine
company, conversation
and kisses.

The Tower

I saw a silhouette of a bird circling the stone towers above – where you rest
Days seem to drift into a lifetime you were meant to witness.
Fullness fills my spirit with every circumference you initiate —
I trace your spirit to mine
fragile, girl like
hollow from the longing of something whole you once inhabited.
Regrets fill my daydreams, and my thoughts retreat to lack of time spent with you.
Only now do I fathom how scared you must have felt —
how alone!
And the painting above, the witness to your finality
Still hangs as a reminder of you, I once loved
and now
hope to encounter again
in spirit.