Your Face

The first time,

nostalgia came over me;

like looking at a picture of myself

I had never seen.

I gazed, second person,

mute, hungry voyeur;

your suited and booted margins

pleasingly familiar.

Something sexy happened.

Your eyes spoke;

I could lip-read them.

Hush! this is the year of the tiger.

Let's lunch forever.

Now, a visual condiment;

ferocious but pensive,

piquant, like ketchup

with an indefinite shelf life.

tk/June 2014 


Beautiful read by R.A.D. Stainforth...love how he nearly sings the opening line... 

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Selfie

self-portrait, Francis Bacon 

You step into the room, see yourself

look up from somewhere distant.

Your eyes reflect a safe interior,

without the anxiety of an unwanted stare.

Windows open to new air.

You stand unadorned

apart from the self-scorn

you wear around your neck.

Here is a place with no mirrors, no squinting,

thrust against the space between you.

Stretch out your arm, capture a forever moment

of the skin genuine, sweat-soaked and intimate. 

tk/December 2013 

Last month the word "selfie" was announced by the Oxford English Dictionary as "word of the year".

R.A.D. Stainforth's lovely bewhiskered read: 

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Christmas

R.A.D. Stainforth's lovely Christmassy reading...

There's a place for us,

an oasis between fruitcake

and watering the tree,

with hot-and-cold running kisses,

that stretch restless,

from the hearth

out to the snow,

where I push you back pink

and holiday-faced,

knowing this smiling garland

around our necks

links forever compatible.

tk/December 2012

Marc Chagall, 1914

Happy holidays and best wishes for a contented 2013, dear friends. Thank you so very much for your continued support and encouragement. You are the best. You really are.