If a butterfly flutters its wings
on the other side of the world
does it affect us on
this side of the world?

I get butterflies
every time I hear your name;
I would say…



I realised I was old today
and I’m not quite sure what to say
I looked in the mirror
and there it was
turkey neck
widespread hair loss
saggy jowls
wrinkly skin
when did this descent to the coffin begin
just yesterday
I was young in body and mind
now I look at my reflection
and what do I find
an old man
where once there was youth
well worn and travelled
with nothing left to prove
comfortable resigned
and at ease with himself
done with preening
and the pursuit of wealth
for now he knows
the true value of life
that all the treasure
is deep inside
memories of people
and places he’s known
means he’ll never worry
about being alone
joy in his heart
from those that he’s loved
and most of all knowing
the Father above


coffee skin with
a hint of vanilla
soft as softness itself
a body to drive men wild
moves to make them
cry for more
smile as white as snow
and a voice to send them
weak at the knees

she gyrated,
on my lap
legs draped
over my shoulders
delights no longer hidden
naked as the day she was born

not the seediness I was expecting;
more lady than the night