We propel and pull

Past loneliness.

Our headiness,

Halfway falling

And all a-tiptoe tap

Upon our seesaw's

Sea shattered slats.

A pair of persian pierrots

With baby bache

On our back

As the swinging anchor

Restless

Ticks off

Our tri-soul's fragile minutes,

Our fat love watches on,

Waiting out,

The rumble tumble lift

The stratospheric soar

To a scene

Beyond the shore

*bache is persian for child

This day has closed too soon

I am standing on the cold stones

of the humming garden alone

thinking of you.

When will you come?

autumn whispers through the trees.

Are you there in the streets

watching me as my heart starts  to numb

Anya Nin

Lay, languidly in my dreams

Lay, languidly in my dreamy mornings

With you a new dawning.

In my dreams and heart

Your sonorous voice

Enraptures me

And leads me on course.

So lay languidly

In my dreamscapes.

Life is as we give,

We make

Charles Wiseman

You and me babe

To the end.

Through loneliness

And craziness,

This natural seesaw

That anchors

And lifts off

propels and pulls.

We make demands,

command,

But beneath it all,

I want

You

And you want me

and we want to be

Three,

You and me,

And the one

In between

And life really is as

As simple

As that

River Ambler

When I stand on Battersea Bridge with you,

I wonder why I ever went out,

Stomping the pavements of Europe

With my limp torn Baedecker

Fraying in the heat

Why did I crave to see first hand

The stories I gorged on through winters,

When our bones contain all the world,

And you alone,

in your ambling way,

Can knit us into being.

Laura Hymers