dearest love,
when you open your eyes, the sky takes a breath
speckled blue and bright, full of life.
when you open your mouth, the wind takes a breath
full of joy for the little things.
when you're closest to me, I take a breath
for you keep me together, my everything.
dearest love.
dearest love
love, our last moral outpost
stood stoic, awash with a blazing fury
these days when nothing means more to me than
you and him, and us together
nothing means more than love
our last moral outpost
high up in the winds of change
set fire, set a fire and watch it all burn
witness what grows from the ashes
nothing means more than our love
love
i become, pensive in december
depending on the weather
i become pensive in december
in the winter with my
eyes wide,
deep breath, big stride
the small hours of daylight
contradicting my awake time
sleepless nights hold heavy eyes,
they just stay wide
like a deer, like my dear in the headlights
barrelling through the night sky
waiting for the sunrise
ready to start again
pensive
we each collect a piece of the other
until all our pieces are shared or stolen
we are jigsaws of ourselves built with pieces of people
are we the same as we were or am i you
all i know is i am yours
jigsaws
my voice breaks whilst my eyes shake
and out comes this water that’s not
the out come that i’d thought about
as i’m searching in the sand for you
my lungs gasp as the noises start
i partake in a scream that’s loud
it’s part fake but it’s still so loud
as the clouds stop and they search for you
it’s wet now, whilst my eyes seize
with tears so heavy and cold
i do nothing but heave my mind away
and prise them open to search for you
the cotton soft of your skin to touch
how long i kept our palms together
empty lungs
it’s your milk bottle thighs
those translucent reflections of the blue within your eyes
both limbs, littered with stark chocolate marks
marks that disappear when the light has turned to dark
it’s the shape of your knees
those round dented pebbles that float across my sea
of milk bottle skin that’s speckled with those dark chocolate
marks that remind me of you
milk bottle thighs
i am changed by you,
a vast, unwavering, cataclysmic shift in perception
so minor or so major i can no longer tell
i think i am strong but then i cry
at the thought of you, your hands
so small yet full of so much potential
your eyes, wide, wandering and alert
so small yet full of such understanding
you had arrived, not ready but ready
we will teach you
we promise
promises