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00:57
the midnight ghost
trailing
through the streets
searching for a dream tucked behind the locked doors of Victorian mansions
nothing quite like fireflies
here by the river
i should dip my toes into the receding water
watching
the liquid coat my calves with a thin layer of desperation
but i am not like the water
i have yet to ebb or flow
i am not fickle, i don’t dance between words,
or play with the hearts of strangers for sport
time dangles you out a window
it’s only a matter of time until it lets go
the brief tears i wasn’t meant to see
i know there’s pain, i can feel his betrayal in your hands
and you smile to hide it
work to hide it
seek a new kind of validation to hide it
but you don’t realise that, on the other side of the river
checking your phone
you wait while i wander
i brush off the desperate drops still clinging to my legs
i’m here for now, catch me while you can
for when the night ends i may not be here come morn
Momentary
just for a moment
we could coexist
two passing bodies
in time and space
Night Mime
you clamber into bed
wearing the silk pyjamas i ironed
with a gentle yawn and a softened smile
you forgot to shave today
my kiss on your cheek is brief
yet loving
and a blush rises
that makes my lips meet yours
we part and dive
side by side
into novels and books of poetry
reading in silent warmth
until one of us finds something beautiful
in the words or turn of phrase
which we say aloud
to share its majesty
i find these lines
in a book i bought long ago and never read
"once the storm of youth is past
without lyre —"
but i turn to meet the glint of your eye
that gave me so much pleasure the moment before
to see you have disappeared
another imagining of my mind
Wonderful Distraction
the photographer isn’t ready to take my picture
and has since forgotten to change the film
because her wife called her up on the phone
saying they’re going to have a baby girl.
First Light
what language is able to permeate
the senseless form of motion
i glimpse at the dawn
streaming onto your bare legs
covered by the sheets dreaming
softly of constellations
teach me your mind
show me your world
clasped and settled into each other’s
shape natural , effortless
sharing secret smiles.
Last Call
tightly held, his fingertips danced fleetingly
across my cheek, sailing through my blonde waves,
i inhaled his gasps amidst electronic fireflies
the city exudes revelation – blooming
with phosphorescent roses whose vines creep
upon these two unsuspecting bodies
who are lost within the thoughts of one another
the roundel hums eager for the midnight train
that runs unseen in sublime subterranean slumber
beautiful silence seeps between the two lonely figures
at the corner of a hidden street away from the world
where their presence elevates reality into clarity
there is no tension in his arms, only warmth
the train arrives and they part