Dark water, dark waves. The night is thick.
Black rocks and black slip stream, the sound of sea on skin, slick, sucking, soft.
The spray whispers and whispers the same sad song.
It's not enough, not enough.
It is cold and sometimes he imagines the sea watches back, with wet, luminous eyes.
Remember, remember.
It's too cold, but he doesn't care, watching the sea glide back and forth, he imagines a dark mass amongst darker masses that separates itself and slips back into the sea, hair waving like weed, the smell of salt.
He remembers.
Wet eyed girl, not soft and sad but hard like sea coal washed by the waves, the scent of salt in her gr
It is easy
To forget.
And forget that we live.
To sink deeper into cloying scents of rose and opiate,
A dull suffocation
Of silk petals.
The days lengthen, the sun rises
A candle which never extinguishes
And the heady days seem endless
Time stands still
Stagnates.
The dust settles. The paper yellows.
The inky ribbon dries and curls and turns to ash.
The typewriter is still.
The air thickens, condenses,
Crystallises, and every movement floats
And waves unbroken in dull opium haze.
And
Then
Puncture.
The sky splits a seam of silver, and the vaulted clouds
Are torn to reveal the infinite bright universe.
The rain
Ploughs
I remember
They told me once
That humans were created
With two faces, four arms, four legs,
One heart.
The gods fearing their power
Separated them, forcing them
To wander the world
Searching for the other side of themselves.
The other part of me.
I did not believe
Then.
In that far off time
Before I met you
Before I realised I had only lived half a life
Of the life I would live with you.
Strange to walk the world and not know
What it is that is missing,
To think I did not know every slip and hollow of your body
As intimately as I know my own.
To fuse not just flesh but essence,
As you fill the gaps in me
I fill the gaps
True blue, the sky swoops down to brush my cheek,
Clouds gather, bluer, darker, deeper.
True blue, the fingerprint of god,
In my eyes, the stars hidden by the black, the sky.
Under my eyes the bruises gather
Bluer, darker, deeper.
True blue, shattered through shards of leaves,
Shudder as paper children.
True blue veined by treebranch staves, tracery of
Yellow bark stripped bare and peeling
Skin curling, turning, shudder as the sea.
A wave that breaks and beats and burns.
Foam gathers, bluer, darker, deeper.
True blue the heartbeat shudders.
True blue veined cold as a stone.
Tracery of lives lived through transparent sky kissed
The first fear being unguarded knowledge,
We decided to rectify by burning your books.
Great funeral pyres we built.
If you look closely
You'd swear you could see those wingéd words
Flying upwards on inky pillars of smoke.
This fear once established was hard to dislodge.
So freedom of speech and thought had to go.
Great funeral pyres we built
If you look closely
You'd swear they were shouting those heretical words,
Writhing in the flames and the heat.
The final fear being freedom
We set about burning your boats.
The first fear, and the last.
We keep you safe from fear and harm.