It is late
Too late already
But time can spare us
A few more moments
For intricate movements
That prance from your fingertips.
We evaporate into
The candlelight that captures
The closeness of our carved space
Before we chisel through
What must be undone.

No logic can drift away
the stench of lust that
lures over us, like darkness
caressing the daylight with truth.
Whispers of memories unsilence
your song composed upon my skin but
the aching kiss of a bumble bee
melts away our distant song as
it extracts the purity of our pollen,
the longing for love that
once stirred your soul.
As it still stirs mine.

Photograph of your face full of suncream
Captures the memory of that last night
Happy and smiling you tag machine
You know everything is going to be alright

The presence of your company now suddenly gone
That yellow car game, now who will win?
Your beautiful heart was here for so long
Will miss your tales about the cat and the bin!

Watched a new love for you grow inside of me
Will water this garden, I promise
Just keep your head up my little bumble Bea
And use those wings to fly from the darkness.

Clutching the very thing that destroys you
Pouring your soul down the gutter
Illusions fester upon your heart
As alcohol speaks its own language
Bottles upon bottles shattering our smiles
As glassy splints muffle our beckoning cries
If only your flesh were more of a necessity
Not the fading tales of branded cider.
I could not tell your heart in a crowd of yesterdays
For maybe it’s you I have never known.
February 2011.

Cobwebs in the corners of happiness
Absorbing my attention
Clustered droplets cling to these cheeks
Fill them with joy anew
Overdosed with sadness
Like bleeding the ink from water
We are inseparable
I am a bucket
Merely catching my own teardrops.

The blinding truth that you hide effortlessly
The opaque mask that shields your reputation
For don’t walk the streets aimlessly
Evaluating the lines of communication
For a sponge will only soak up so much hurt
Before its contents unfold upon the sky
As your exhaust fumes cause stars to divert
Banishing dreams that you so wish to stay dry
So rate not your heartache on a league table
For numbers do not correlate with emotions
Instead give these incurable aches a label
A devotion that drives your heart into motion.