Why does the taste of pennies remind you of losing a tooth?

I wasn’t bled from the sea

The sky bled me, opened

her clouds,

her wounds

And spitting and coughing in grays

and bruised violets gave birth

you see the sunset

was always

meant to be for a waning

and waxing heart there’s the dark

with star strings attached

to your fingers that guide your

hands to pet your hair

There, there

the tuna that whispered your fears

(yet unnamed)

now caress your toes (for a) while

you swim and you ache to join

the mammals on the boat

should have remembered the tides

and their rides to the shore

for waves won’t swallow you whole

if you allow yourself to float

it's 8° in Melbourne and I really wanted to stay in bed with you this morning

My new kitchen holds
wine stains and thyme
and my child fingers
dip into the pot of
the sweetest smiles
that friends shed
and it should be said
that your canny trick
of bringing my violent boil
to this fragrant simmer
is a crazy kind of beautiful
I’ve never felt so warm on
such an icy winters day
And I believe it to be true
that all the bees that
were buzzing in my bonnet
are busy making honey
for you