After many years of love the bow broke,
then the music of love stopped playing;
we began to drift apart and separate.
Littered among the remains of
the two of us
are the ashes of music instruments.
All the music we played for each other
is now burnt
to the ashes on the floor of our parting.
Soft colours play in the light,
her figure once so near to me.
Scattered sunlight plays my heart,
her figure vanishes from my sight.
So near to my younger skin –
now, I’m so old.
I stand in the Satie sounds –
no longer young.
You fly into the blue
Another journey to somewhere
while I remain nowhere
As you fly into the blue
An engine gives a cough
The cargo bounces about
You text me of love
A strange message from you
I text back words of love
They say the plane crashed slow
Hundreds of lives frozen in terror
My heart broke into love shards
You died in that crash
Going into the green
As it rained falling fruit
Painting by Mercedes Granel, “Falling Fruit.”
Warmth from the fire
We sit in woollen slippers
Watching the day fall away
Baked bread, butter and honey
Biscuits with cup and saucer tea
Baking ourselves in warmth all-day
Rusty razor blades sitting in the bin,
hairbrushes and combes laying loose.
Bathroom items lounging about,
something fluffy is stuck to the floor.
Empty plastic bottles and bits sit still,
dirty laundry piles up even higher.
Packets of surfboards hide from sight,
sex toys blush quietly contemplating life.
The drain gurgles about your love life;
the trappings of love have found you both –
as you fleece each other with the tweezers.
Ruined by the way he smells,
it’s been almost eighteen years.
Still, I am ruined by his smell;
a soul forever close to my soul.
Many pictures of mothers and children,
as their love for each other glows.
You’re in the North and I’m in the South,
yet there’s this unbreakable bond.
Still, I wish to see you sipping tea again.
Your love of unimportant things,
The way you hold cutlery at 2 am,
Ice cream and passionfruit eyes,
Your expensive underwear taste,
The wiggling that goes on daily,
Kisses after drinking apple juice,
Such love is only a
once in a million love
that I found with you.
sweet acidic grapefruit juice splashes
squeaky thongs on the kitchen floor
summer time lovin’ in the suburbs