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Jack Aylward Aug 2015
The sea washes our feet clean.
Our minds washed by the flooding stars.

You skim the stone
You shaped
The night before.
It skims across
The mirrored lake
Like skaters on ice
Or like the moon
Gliding through
The air
After which it collapses and dies
Into the frozen underworld.

©Jack Aylward
Jack Aylward Aug 2015
Each molecule
In the air,
Each platonic
Kiss
Of your hair,
Of your lips,
Of the things
We once were
Like atom
To atom
Dust to dust;
Freedom to touch
As we float in the air.

©Jack Aylward,
12th June 2005
Jack Aylward Aug 2015
She sleeps.
She wakes.
She makes love.

She sits.
She sips
Her coffee.
She reads.
She weeps;
She remembers
Her first love.

She remembers
Every detail,
Every moment,
Every touch,
Aroma,
Taste,
Sight
And sound,
Every kiss,
Every beat
Of her heart...

©Jack Aylward,
11/10/04
Jack Aylward Aug 2015
Love is like an echo
Of salvation.
Without love you
You cannot live;
You could not possibly
Live without it.

When your lover
Kisses you for
The first time
Your heart
Begins to float,
Sails like a boat.

Afterwards
As lips
Part from
One another
Your heart
Is filled
With life
And incense
As it flies
To the skies
Like a fire-bird.

- Only then you
Know
You're in love.

©Jack Aylward,
29th February 2004
  Aug 2015 Jack Aylward
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breathless
heart beating
electrifying
silence
you stop
inhale
“I love you”
exhale
I open my eyes
“I love you too”
and the moment
savored
in the dark
for us
to keep
your arms
around me
your mouth
pressing against mine
my body
pulsating
learning
the rhythm
of yours
like waves
crashing
against the shore
so lost
in the moment
so lost
in each other
so lost
in this world
finally finding
one another
summer air
warm nights
I can’t let this end
hold on tight
I want to wrap it
and tuck it away
when the future comes
I will say
I was young
foolish
and in love
and that moment
ah
that moment
was enough
// yesterday was magical; words don't do justice //
Jack Aylward Jul 2015
The u-turn of uninterrupted talk
Falls short before the midnight hour
And through the remembrances
The hushed
Echoing of a printed face smiles
Among the old and new.
But only you know he has gone,
For your heart is broken
And thrown about the room
Where your old man's chair sits alone....
Where you once shared
A laugh and a joke,
A tear and a smoke,
A kiss and a hug,
A poem and a mug
Of tea,
(With a wee dram of Glenmorangie)
On a cold night
By the firelight,
Reading Frost
- 'The Grindstone'
In candlelight,
Listening to Django Reinhardt's
'Crazy Rhythm'
On the radio
As it beats out a frenetic system
Of notes that runs and parts
Into segments of your mind.
Now you are on your own,
You sit back to find
What you have lost....

©Jack Aylward,
July 2013
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