So many flavours,
I must sample each in turn
to find my favourites.

After the sunset,
the world is ready to sleep;
we crave adventures.

We all have our masks:
parent, sibling, lover, child,
the great Masquerade.

Hate’s the sweetest thing –
it’s easier to swallow
than most medicine.

Love’s a harder sale –
it needs careful nurturing
and encouragement.

The sky looks different,
but I know that is not true;
I’m the one who changed.

The wylds of nature
remain a stone’s throw away,
off the beaten path.

Indigo night sky,
you see such scandalous sights,
you blush a deep plum.

You talk a good game,
but I’ve seen you unguarded.
I know your true face.

The thunder and heat,
the reverberating beat –
echoes of Summer.

A crouching stillness
Unspoken conversation
Self-study project.