Rewind

Cold wakes us

sun glazed ice

 

sea silver wake

I see,

 

the hollow

of your smile

 

hands refined.

 

Fat has fled

the land

 

leaving us

stripped to

 

the bone.

 

We are in

limbo watching:

 

what was so

desired is

 

locked away

faded like

 

the storm

last night.

 

Broken to

morning light

 

to silence.

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Silver snail trail, sun,

sea grey, grey,

 

catching thunder

clouds bank high

 

darker brooding.

 

Behind dry eyes

voices: children play.

 

Eve of three Kings

travelling wide

 

born babe.

 

Swallowing time

rolls, tide to tide

 

another tear rifts

simple things.

 

Star bauble sparkle

snail trail silver slime

 

we run towards

earth spin;

 

& all our

axis tumble.

 

 

 

Till then

 

 

Christmas blows in,

I think of you

 

sprawled in the boot

of Italy.

 

Here the fog

hides the light

 

& at the harbour edge

the sea folds on forever

 

it’s  weaving at your feet

can you feel us?

 

You remember every detail:

the colour of my eyes,

 

the flower in my heart

you plucked that icy evening.

 

I remember the tearing,

the excess of you.

 

Love affairs do fade

& man-made Christmas

 

clones on through

the dark;

 

but still we lean

& bend

 

like trees rooted

to the end

 

in this bed

we seeded.