I’m chasing footsteps
through my mind
where time shifts
blind alley
& twenty years
is but a kiss,
a touch, a murmured
slip, of who we are.
This acid spring
has cut my heart
in strips:
it’s pumping blossom
all my blood drained
& bagged.
Your hands are
searching
for a grip, it tips
me into sleep.
I’m chasing shadows’
where we hide
on threshold not yet
crossed, & everything
looks grey through
telescopic lens
of age:
it creeps into my
bones; slowing impulse
stifling change.
Yes, I’m chasing
footprints in my mind
I reach for you
your softness slips
between my fingers
like this life:
this life all mine.
(Listen here.)