I'm thinking sweet
a cuba libre darling
brown thighs
molasses loving
slow
tell me my
memories are all
wrong
oh darling sweet
voice you have
call me home

the colour drifts
held and split-tastes
and chooses, abhorrent
to friction- spins
and underbelly to sun
dives deep-

                    emerges
the colour drifts

the colour drifts
held and split-tastes
and chooses, abhorrent
to friction- spins
and underbelly to sun
dives deep-

                    emerges
the colour drifts

the colour drifts
held and split-tastes
and chooses, abhorrent
to friction- spins
and underbelly to sun
dives deep-

                    emerges
the colour drifts

these arms that
laboured once past
pain and thought, lay
now empty at  a  
loss
and staring eyes
refuse tears

and my throat
awaits a cry
this loss, silent
a haunt unannounced

I have no words
for this

I could look askance
catch a sight of
you, but hold only
what I lost
like a taste
I cant chase
a breath drawn and then
exhaled

I am lost
of you

a flag listless
hangs- a song unsung
children chant, await
and chant again,
and run- give chase
to all that will run
as well
the breath that stirs-
awaits
and the madness of a
clear blue sky
thirsts the bake
_____

I once, a child was