harking back to an earlier poem of mine: poor wendy -- all the heroines get left behind. but she was a darling after all. yes, i very much have tears in my eyes. and it shall be hard to see, and sometimes i won't want to, but i will go on looking an...
sleep subsides on a shore sailed so far from mine sometimes: in pearl grey sand i still can't find your mouth as it once was, shining sharp as a needle whose eye i was washed through.
when we once held a world together or so i dreamt under sparkling dusted eyelids -- when the daylight splintered in my vision -- i saw my error: i never turned for a sun rise as i woke with my heart in dusk, my love, you say: there is more; i say, that is all there is.
and i lose limbs to the lost cause of innocence scented softly as the lavender in the driveway, ice white as the bed sheets blowing on the washing line, sweet as glass bottle lemonade loved by a baby sugar tooth.
my body became foreign over night: my thighs were not the same nor my hands nor hips; not the lips that you'd crushed tenderly in the car, or the pebbled string of my spine: it dawned i was dilapidated, weighing each breast in parted palms, they were sexless and i was alien to myself.
what i thought i was was dashed by your hands, your mouth, not just a kiss, and all its pointlessness. reconcile: the carcass of love you returned to me, of myself, myself, i do not know you nor me.
(10th October 2018)
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