menagerie-

There's a menagerie in my living room
the steady circus of my life
it's the beating of the big dog tail
and the little dog pacing strife

the budgie sings his telephone
then answers himself 'hello'?
the rain taps on the window
and the fire chatter-crackle-bellows

I am a clown and ringmaster
keeping time with all these arts
but I'm steadily wondering when it will cease
and pack-up the circus carts

lawless-

The pliable touch of my fingers pressing into your skin.

so real and immediate. such a part of me.

the beginning and the end of you is hard to untangle, unmingle, unmesh

you are my body. my cells. my flesh 

skin stretched over bone, wide glassy eyes and crooked fingers

tousled hair black as raisins. hidden freckles.

your secret smiles infect in me a chain reaction of giggles, gurgles, grins

you are my saviour. my soul. and my sins

radiant heat swims between the curve of our bodies.

combined. slow merging to unison in union.

we are ourselves stripped bare to nakedness, rawness, flawless

we see the imperfection. unjudged and lawless