Hesitant is a friend until the next wave of my wandering. Stories untold how to salvage after the fire consumes everything End is not always loss when so much worth was claimed. Happenstance turned us both down left and right field of remembrance. Standing at opposite sides of the will, wake up to all the things you said. Let it blaze inside the mind for a wishful younger self. Spurn at the thought of marked embrace, that leftover sweet touch of soft centre pending.
I sifted through the mound of lightly tinkered implements, ornaments, embellishments. Curious to comb fingers through light whisps of cotton candy hair stirring on breath. Trice eyes met. Chattels of connection melt in the swelter of touch. Bonds of time fling affairs out of space. In no ritual way I swallow words as readily as lemon tarts. One hundred ways to say I am yours Though never mind The crumbling gateau of cream filled sublime.
Wake to fresh reality Ponder all those versions Gone before me Originals ever replaced With tributes and re-makes Grasp hold of sanity With both hands Light falls downwards Darkness rises Spirit steady as horizon Bare feet connect to Fine grain of ancient history One day to become Till then an observer Of the lives of almost friends and lovers Small town blues and golds Pottering around heritage homes, theatres and dining rooms Chewing on latest news Overlooking chaotic streets Mimicking incessant heart beats Growing ever faster At the sight of long lost love
We all cried out With our spiral perms Bouncing in disco blue light
How I know?.. Walking longing on leash Through swathes of native grassland Hoping against all hope To find a glimmer of flower More delicious than weed
Rolling in bed with heartburn Late into night and early morn Standing in the kitchen alone with thoughts Salvaging burnt toast again
.. if this is really love
Listening to songs of mourn Tributes to ache across eons On repeat
Wonder where the strength Is found within As time goes on Their pulse overtakes mine Face more alluring Lines soften and fade Walls fall Clothes line the floor No turning around Or so I've found
Beauty of holding Breath expelled Quick succession Balloon fills its girth Hearts beat like hooves On cup day Tension mounts Truth like a pin prick Bursts as flaccid pieces Fall gently at four feet Questions at ease Posed so handsomely Hold hands and jump Into a sea of soliloquy Knowing who one wants to be Wayfaring strangers are we