Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
 Oct 2015 Delia Smith
Aseh
Thank you for being nocturnal with me;
for kissing me on the cheek
with your grizzly jaw,
for letting the silence between us speak
for itself.

Thank you for dreaming
of Greece
and music festivals
and road trips,
and for carrying my friends across the busy streets
and for laughing about it;
for holding me in that perfect way
that makes me feel safe
and loved.

Thank you for letting me bounce around enlivened with energy
and never asking me to slow down;
for never complaining when I wander away;
for staying;
for treading softly and living free.

Thank you for astronautical mornings, sweltering afternoons spread out in rainbow grass,
and for smoky nights;
thank you for being the last one on the dance floor with me.

Thank you for horses grazing on the beach,
and for log cabin jacuzzi hazes,
and for unfalteringly
hoping;
for huddling in a tent in soft white sand;
for believing in me.

Dear friend, you feel like home to me,
so let's keep chasing
dogs through the streets and trekking through sewage tunnels and
watching hours fly away from us like a swarm of gulls on a Mediterranean beach.

You know me:
a fickle girl, afraid
to commit or admit or abstain,
yet all the same,
thank you
for being my
friend.
 Oct 2015 Delia Smith
S Smoothie
I'm flicked over,
Stressed and confused
I've thrown it up to the Lord
But I have yet to hear news
Painful chest clenching heart wrenching wait
Will they show the value of faith?
Did I believe in the wrong people?
How dire the results if it's true
That all that love and patience
Was wasted on every one of you.


------------------


If you're looking for me
I'll just be here huddled in the corner,
fighting with whatever I can
Waiting for God.

— The End —