There’s this solitary house,
Forever yours and mine
A dream, a life, a dinner burned,
A bottle of good wine.
It’s a world of games you lose; I win
We play into the night
With open hearts and mouths and bodies
We let each other in.
And in the morning sunshine
There’s tea with sugar side by side,
We smile and tidy house but
There’s sadness that I hide.
Soon you’ll leave
I’ll watch you as you go
Unsure of all the many things
I thought I used to know.
And I’ll stay, I’ll wait, as the day unwinds
Praying that you will be back,
Down that long and difficult track.
I could gasp
Breath taken away by how much I love you;
The way you love me.
But I’ll probably moan about it instead,
Reliving you as you
Come inside my head.
Watch them break
Hear the deafening crash,
Before the unstoppable rush towards you
Feel the drag of stones as water pulls away
Might pull you under
Feel it break
Over and over
Of warm sand between toes,
A shared cigarette
And being lost amongst sand dunes
‘If the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you.’
Oh little horsefly,
Summer lover of skin,
Your bites they can wound me,
But please, dig right in.
Feast while you can love,
While attraction remains,
My heart and my blood
Are reward for your pains.
Have all that you want,
Then vanish from sight,
Fly away quickly,
Until some other night
And these love bites, I’ll keep them
Though they hurt and are sore.
Your bites, they go deep dear;
Give me some more.
Leave me here for a while,
Hidden like a doe in long grass
Watching clouds shift across the sky,
Lilies by Claud Monet, 1916
I want to hear your laughter,
The way its ripples extend out
Into shallow, glittering waves at sunrise
To where I swim naked amongst monet’s lilies,
Until I find myself in the centre,
Circled by circle after circle after never ending circle of
In this quiet moment is
More than anything I can believe possible
I will it to last,
To feel its gentle blue eyed lap against me whenever I swim and
I find I am not afraid to
Be here in this
Lake of mine, of
Yours, with its tangle of reed and hidden depths
That threaten to ensnare the legs
Of loveless bathers.
You will keep me there
In the middle
With your warm wide circles
That could be arms
Or could be smiles
Or could just be.
Mine, is the heart that beats
At the centre of it all as
We dance and are
Spun and polished
Going dizzy as we go to that place
Where we can
Be the sunlight flashing on the water and
On soft silver skin
And span, sun spangled out,
It’s the feeling of a yellow sofa,
A blue jumper in winter,
The barley, high in a summer field.
It’s the feeling of eating omelettes
Or strawberries, or chocolate
And listening to your beautiful voice as you sing in that tiny kitchen making tea
But didn’t know I was listening.
It’s the feeling of pub gardens,
Smoking fires and bears,
Wine that I drink whilst I drink you up and become giddy.
It is the feeling of dreams,
The ones I tell you
But more-so the ones I keep secret.
It is the feeling of waking up hoping to hear from you…
Or waking up knowing I’ll see you
And touch you.
It’s the feeling of poetry,
Icarus and his wings –
And other stuff and things…
It’s the feeling of you.
The feeling of something so great,
Her name was as delicious as she was.
It would roll off your tongue like cream
Covered strawberries eaten in the Summer,
As you made love on red velvet picnic blankets,
Under the lemonade sun.