The Fisherman

any fish
throw a line in - its caught
snapper shark bream whatever
tailor ruining his speciality
this fisherman

known for making his own tools
bamboo rod laboured with love
lacquered and polished
stained and strained
reaching bending to lair of the prey
this fisherman

a beautiful sight
a beautiful boy
dressed immaculate
latest fashions
perfect hair a must
this fisherman

oh how she loved him
this beautiful boy
this fisherman

fished land species
catching a few running with the tide
finally
trapped within his own net
this fisherman

oh how she hurt
that fisherman

frosty morn.
Feisty chill, surrounds,mist hanging over backyard; sun mild against heavy rugged coats. He spoke steam escaping on each breath. "Once more with feeling" exasperation obvious.
Tried twice already she is feed up cold damp hungry, craving the wood fire inside.
Shit shit shit. Her lips blue coldness quivering. "alright one more time and that's it.
Grass white with frost crackles scrunches as she positions her feet firmly, delicate female hands ashen; gripped hard the razor sharp old axe.
Lifting slowly axe head gently pumped sholder blades; sucking in the cold air from depth of toes, paused, flurry breath exhaled knees buckling whoosh, the axe slicing the frosty air.
Still she missed the bloody chooks neck

a kiss oneness of two

A kiss; moist succulent. My lips softly touch gentle, yielding.
your lips reply then:

I swim within beautiful blue eyes, inside your soul, I see
harmony, oneness.
.

Your body close, sensuous heavy breast against my chest.
desire igniting, a oneness


Petite shoulders, firmness back, round soft bottom.
a welcomeness, of one
Wait.


We part again, again, only to return to
The oneness of two

robyn 65x365

so boring so dull so whinging so smothering
complain here complain there
about this or that

how did we met - why, our kids
my oldest your second youngest
age difference made no difference

you so lonely - 3 kids
sitting alone on stairs , I yelled out
hello, come over

years gone by - we are
still friends, nothing in common
lots in common

jim 65x365

what a dick head, then
carry in on with the other women, pretending no one
knew

we did, she did and she did
lost the plot walked home or tried
to

we said knuckle down do what’s right
leave or stay, show
integrity

you did, she did, she went
family you got to
know

together marriage has survived
now, you say because of that
day