Four walls, closed door, open window,
early morning, few people walking,
almost forgotten, sound of child’s play,
low horizon, flat road, ambulance knows
the way, knock, walk in, no stairway
to heaven, once two, vacant possession,
you’re young for this road.
Tag: Relationships
What’s That
Knowing you, as we do,
paths crossing into beds,
made, as we are now,
if I’d asked you, what’s that,
I couldn’t have, yes, but
that was then, what’s that,
go on then, will I, yes.
Saturday Shorts – Thing
One thing, two of them
thing is, she didn’t know
thing is, he couldn’t tell
Asked Him
Never handsome
yet had something
naive blushed easy
kissed gentle no tongue
held hands never groping
none kept him for long
he’d heard the whispers
he the slow one, kind though
too obeisant for his own good
one smiled, shyly asked him
to walk a while with her.
Saturday Shorts – Prick
What might have been,
what if, the prick, as if,
his safety-pin undone.
Yet Then Again
Looking back, he’ll admit
idyllic days he hasn’t lived,
close to, let filter through,
an image, an hour or two,
strolling, easy words between,
hands held, his recall, the sun
out too, yet then again it may have
rained, he didn’t catch her name.
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Looking back, she reflects
that day, not of her best,
her recall, he wanted more,
yet all he did was hold her hand,
that sudden shower didn’t help,
her thin dress, transparent view,
his eyes, she remembers now,
averted, yet then again she ran.
Saturday Shorts – You Too?
This touching, its real isn’t it.
I’m feeling someone I’ve not met.
This touching, I’m feeling, you too?
Saturday Shorts – Anybody There
He touched himself
could be anybody.
She touched herself
pretending he was there.
Conjoined
I’ve long fallen, as inexplicable as it may seem
the feeling is incredible, a once in a lifetime thing
I see you in my mind, long flowing hair, beyond
mesmerising curves, eyes search deep, find love
reality, the two of us, more than lust and passion
more than fun and games, two conjoined by souls.
Saturday Shorts – Shadows Touch
Knees weld
arms fold
heart locks
sigh echoes
shadows touch
fingers brush
hand held
trace of love
