red velvet ripples
fingers feel the fabric bliss
lullabying skin
2
sneakers at the door
sniffing the day-breaking sun
laces and soles flare
3
a lone grain of salt
the table full of shadows
her eyes distant pools
4
half-eaten avo
teaspoon resting on the flesh
clock slicing the air
5
refrigerator
gnawing the stillness to shreds
i pull the plug out
6
bottle filled with stones
the hand tightening the lid
stone-ness quarantined
7
she stares silently
wine-drops on lower lip
cheekbone quivering
8
dirty serviette
tired hand falling palm up
fingers surrender
9
rosemary in hand
nose presses into the twig
eyes squint in the smell
10
imagination
the brain-waves captured in ink
blue river a-flow
11
sister and brother
laughing faces in the sun
light clouds sigh above
12
the hand and the poem
shadow falls between the two
pen rolls to the ground
(published in Poetry next to the Railway, October 2019 under the pseudonym of Arnold Vorster)
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