Here's a piece from my unfinished collection that I've been working on, just to give you a taste; I've decided that there'll be prose in there as well as poems. This particular one doesn't have a title yet:
We walk into the bedroom in the dark and you stand amongst my wreck.
Black hiding an undressed life and you wander into it as if you have
seen it before, even though you don’t see it now, my gallery of posed
questions and the paper meals that feed my hunger for answers. You make the
room jump when you walk past the mirror. A quick stream of colour
flashes back recognition of you more than it does me. And yet I still
don’t reach for the light as you carry on going; maybe I’m waiting for you
to intuite some more, perhaps show me what I’ve never been able to see.
Our conversation from back there out in the world didn’t follow us in and
I’m not sure what to do with the silence. Perhaps it is better to
contain it here in the dark; no makeshift words to construct in a space
that is already too full. No prompted reactions expected, no
critique or applause to await. In this obsidian box I could paint
whatever you want, some stars perhaps? Or do you prefer just a navy sky
and a clear prominent moon?
I hear you turn on your heel and this actress isn’t yet ready for the
lights. She hasn’t rehearsed enough; she might wither before an eager
face. I know you were pleased by what you saw at the preview, back there
out in the world. I recognise the same smile that freed itself from your
lips when I looked up from my glass. Only this time it is decorated with
midnight and it looks ever the more beautiful.
Now that you don’t see me, what do you see? See with your heart, feel
with your eyes. Peer into me while I’m in nothingness, because you have
no present comparison for beauty.
I take one step and pause before the next, one foot teetering behind
the other like my thoughts do; carefully laying themselves down. I’m
nearly ready to expose you to it all, from young womanhood to present
day; storyboards that don’t have endings, shards from dropped feelings
never cleaned up. I’m close now because I sense you by your warmth and
it changes the air between us.
And before I can tape together the words that would fit right here in
this space, you find the switch because those lips that part ways for
flattering smiles kiss mine suddenly in the light.