He walked
his fingers
up and down your spine
worked pockets
of frozen love
reached for the lippy
sketched and smudged
leant forwards
to breathe you in
and uttered
all manner of words
no meaning
and you knew
he would stay forever
locked
into you
loop and wonder
why ever he was
anywhere else
when this
above all
is home
and good
~ ~ ~
Fire from Wood and Coal
Old tree parts / sleepy smoke
Persian rug from the house clearance shop
I should be some cells in your backbrain
a book you stole from school
Why not lie down, it's only air
and before that, something to kill the pain
The police are running around
like they own the place