Sky high

stratus:

 

clouds pump

like lungs

 

planet domed

perfection.

 

No rain.

 

Early morning

dreams

 

confuse:

 

story shapes

‘might have been’’

 

love is

now where?

 

Ties break

like your heart

 

shattered by

my flight.

 

I’m hidden deep

in yesterday;

 

watching that

girl stride.

 

Dreams flicker

body slowly

 

succumbs.

 

I meet you

on the corner

 

of memory,

hold your hand

 

till surf

takes us.

 

Leaves crisp

brown,  dust:

 

north wind blasts

summer corners.

 

You recede

like the tide,

 

heart tick tocks.

 

Sleep curls

into autumn,

 

rhythm:

 

lavender, rose-hip,

blackberry stain,

 

winter crumble

shuttered houses.

 

The past trembles

images tumble towards

 

half sleep.

 

‘’So much life

in the girl!

 

Who’d have thought it?”*

 

 

*[MacBeth parody. Act 5 Sc 1.]

 

After the kiss we knew

it was a certainty.

 

Not the first kiss tumbling

& effete, but

 

the second then the third

seemed to gather speed

 

After the first kiss

two strangers shared a dream:

 

you spun me stories of your city

crumbling walls & hidden alley.

 

Shush!

 

You talk too much

you need answers,

 

there are no questions.

 

The river listens

to our breathing

 

beneath these bridges

ancient lovers stir

 

memories rekindled.

 

You want to take me home

I need to learn your music

 

memorise the rise & fall

of harmonics.

 

My hands became your balm

healing hidden wounds

 

& I wonder if you feel

the brush of swallow’s flight

 

the glance of Angels

from the shadows.