#latelove
Butterflies...across my face
Is what you said my words were to you
Wings of brown drifting
across two pools of ice blue
Slender fingers laced with red
Outstretched across the bed
And yet there was a pause
a sudden close of doors
Keys clattered and locks shut
A yes, a no,a sighed but...
Hawthorn high and bluebells droop
The morning star, the endless loop
My mouth formed the shape
and you fell out soft vowel
Mine a consonant, low like an owl
Flash of blue, rapeseed gold
A white lace flower
A secret to hold.
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 6:46 PM UTC
Little bird feather . . .
Wafts outside house of new love,
. . . Weight of my old heart.
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 7:41 PM UTC