I look at you wrapped up beneath the covers
Foetus curled and breathing softly
Your eyes beating in a slow REM-
As you recall the waves on the beach that night
Like my own heart beat when my iris' dance upon your face
Moving away softly then returning to centre
Like nothing ever happened.
My smile laps up your own- curled corners, square edges
The S loop of a spine and X shape of your arms
And the parallel Z of our legs
Intertwined beneath the sheets
And I know that in this moment
That love does not, in fact,
Make a heart shape
But odd letters of the alphabet
In romantic disarray.
YOU ARE READING
Black Coffee
Poetry"Normality is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly"- Anon. In life we tenderly bloom, slowly shrivel and then die like flowers. This small collection of poetry reveals human emotion from a number of different perspectives...
