Clock on the mantelpiece beats like my heart,

More regular.not affected by emotion,vision,thought.

Cats stand proudly in their grey stone bodies

As if at the entrance to some other world.

The heating comes on with a bump,

and suddenly darkness is on us.

Clock,clock forever beating,

Will my heart outstay you?

will you tick for someone else?

Though strong in silver case

you feel nothing.

Give me another  human heart instead

to share my feelings.

Let another heart beat alongside mine,

and we’ll be tuned in unison,

sing our song of love,

or heartbreak.Human,made of flesh

We will drop like leaves

while he infernal clock beats steadily,

controlled by,not love

but radio waves.Imagine, now,

these waves multi-layered across the earth,

carrying shopping lists,time,date.

whilst we go on living ,

hearts fluttering  like a cloud of butterflies.

See they go now

climbing away

into the soft tenderness

of your  open hands.

Let your lips meet gently
the top one resting against the lower
touching with tenderness
your own  skin to skin.

 Forefinger  propped on chin,
I let the others dangle,
like leaves on a branch;
how softly gravity  tugs them downwards.

Let my heart beat quietly,slowly
as  the blood circulates carrying  its music ,
 a river,following the path of least resistance.
How the blood vessels receive willingly this flow,
touching it kindly as with tiny  open fingers,
helping and being helped.

How the hair on the head floats
 on the breeze,
like tentacles of an octopus
waving goodbye.

Top  eyelid loves the lower one;
as we blink they touch
like lovers kissing swiftly
behind a tree.
and how the light comes in.

we see a world.
[mine may not be yours,]
but the blink of my eyelid
sends waves through the air,
we’re  touching and being touched,
lips kissing each other,
kiss all living creatures,
skin to skin,
air to air.

And inside us,the rich darkness
of creative night
transforms  in turn
these touches
into many- layered daydreams
of delight.