Give me that
Moment again
And you will see
A night sky filtered
All luminescent pomp,
Fireworks
Conducted by sparrows,
A blaze of glory,
Perfectly framed,
Sucked in and then
Kissed on your eyelids,
All stylish
And grand,
Like only a charming
Caveman can.
On the tightrope
Between
Almost beautiful
And
Gently desperate,
Rambling
Down cobbled streets,
Summoning
Stories from the gutters,
Buffing them up
Without stutters
And whispering songs
Under lamplights.
Their night
Could crumble in seconds
One mumble
Or peck
Badly beckoned,
But I reckon
These two
Know that’s a truth
They’ll keep hidden,
Forbidden
Like their soft,
Spent routines,
Or a scene
From an old
New Year’s dream
Badly written.
Let’s slump
On the ground
All angular,
Together,
The world
Invisible,
Your face
In my neck,
A gentle kiss
On my throat.
Let’s disappear,
Find a corner
Amidst the hustle,
A hideaway,
A sanctuary,
Close your eyes,
We breathe as one,
Beat as one
As the city blurs
And we are taken
By the moment,
All twisted limbs
And hush.
Dawn’s tickled birdsong
A dew fresh hallelujah
Alive in your eyes
I awake and the morning
Has not yet met your eyes,
Beauty holds its stillness,
Silence keeps its style.
The day has split its yellow
But it’s resting at your feet
And the light is slowly shimmering
In patterns sat unique.
Moments come from nothing,
A dawn that wants to scheme,
A golden glow that paints the room
And swims between our dreams.
It could be anything
Or nothing,
A country walk down a lane,
A stroll through a forest,
Underwear in the brambles,
Loving arms by the oak tree.
There are roads
That we could travel on,
There are words that don’t exist,
There is time
To kill and wallow in
But the time
Is ripped to bits.
It hangs on the oak tree
And rustles in the bushes,
It staggers like lovers
And saves both our blushes
With dusk.
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