I discovered you by letting go.
And, that is all I need to know.
To exfoliate myself with what is dear…
To not question what brought you here..
If I had made this bed alone
There would be no scent of baby powder and spice.
There would be no looking both ways.
I would not have learned to roll the dice…twice.
If I had made this house, cedar and stain, log cabin frame, without its dame…I would still be dwelling in discord’s refrain.
In the morning, between the static and the reprieve, when it is easy to not believe…I ponder such vacant thoughts.
After all you have made me a vagabond to your ways.
Through routine I am grounded in the games we play.
Had I made this bed alone
pillows, solitary and too crisp.
I would have never fancied your kiss.
I discovered my vows in the bottom of a box
Scribbled, smooth as silk….yellow, red, purple…
of love and such.
With tannery hands,
I brushed away the
I gently blew away the dust.
Endearment’s endeavors had been so young…way back when.
Impasse coupled with miracles…a constant friend.
Years of having worn my heart on my sleeve…lavished me in self proclaimed, misery.
It is only now, by virtue of, love’s vows…
I see the greatest gift of all.
‘You have taught me to take life less seriously.’
Hazel eyes on the Avon…in ravaged jeans.
She had just been so…sanguine
In this land where William took Anne’s hand…
‘Have you got it? Do you get it?
If so how often
Which do you choose
A hard or soft option…
How much do you need?’
If only I could plead.
Erin understood more than eighteen years could ever understand.
Of course, these were infant moments when I had no grand plan.
Skinhead rock atop of tie dye undertones.
Far from home, I had been willing to bathe in her ocean.
Waters once ashen or stark turned tenderly…vibrant.
Fingertip to skin…
a medley of liquors…
soon assertive and grand.
Hearts and secret thoughts will fade away.
Hazel eyes on the Avon.
Black tea, a bed, a breakfast, an English kiss, on the Thames.