There is just moment –
this one now, between
the groan
of the tumble drier and
the whine
of hedge trimmers
from the open window.
Breath it, savour it.
Let it fill
your heart as air fills
your lungs
and the scent of sweat
soaking into cotton
sheets
anchors you to the now;
to the memory of my
lips on the arch
of your foot
and the rasp on my
hands on your ankle.
Remember the moment,
the buzz of a wasp
battering the window;
the barks of a distant
dog,
the call of a neighbour
to a passer-by.
The moment passes.
A bus clatters by,
filling the air with hot diesel
and disappointment.
Someone shoves
a leaflet through the
letterbox and your dog barks
and I am gone;
a twist of the light on
birch tree shadows
and the hard knot of my
love in your throat.
8 comments:
Very sensual. Xxx I like it
Very sensual. Xxx I like it
Thanks, Lu. I didn't know you still read these. xx
Yum..ps of course we do!
This is divine. Completely. You put me to shame (clearly and in more ways than one!).
So, I'm coming at this whole thing from the wrong perspective then... Hmm (as I sit to write another)...
You are too kind. You are the better poet by far. I'm touched that you think me anywhere close.
Wow. Simply Wow.
'filling the air with hot diesel and disappointment.'
Only you can write like this and make my heart stand still.
Thank you. Sometimes I think the demons write through me.
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