When She Was Perfect
Sinless And Humble
I Found No Toe-Hold
By Which I Could
Cling onto Eve.

But When She Was
Tempted By Her Flesh
Humbled By Her Sin,
And Redeemed By Her God

I Could Shout,
“O Sister Eve, Can We Have A Dance?”

I FEEL EMPTY

“Your heartbeat sounds like tragedy”, she said
Resting her head on the ruins
That lie beneath my chest.

“But don't worry”, she added
“I've always loved tragedy”

And We Danced Our Way Through The Night.
Clumsily Finding Our Way Into Each Other's Hearts.

We Were Like The Sun Still Learning To Swim
The Skies On The Second Day Of Creation.
We Traded Stories Of Love And Loss
Over 2am Coffee Sessions On Cold Winter Skies

We've Always Been Particularly
Romantic About The Winter
Because It Reminded Us That
Our  Hearts Were Not The Only Cold Place
We Were Trapped In.


And In The Silences Between Our Thoughts,
I Could Pause Just Long Enough To See
The Sparkle In Your Eyes
Every Time We Talked About The Things You Love

Books, Poetry, ***** And  [me]

These Are The Things That
Kindled A Fire In Your Eyes.