Wednesday, September 25, 2013

For Lisa too

I believe you
I love you
And I will always be here.
You deserve love.

For Lisa

An intimacy that needs no words
A companionable silence that brims with love
An understanding that has ever been.

When we talk,  it has value,  brings joy.
When we talk,  even of nothing, love is conveyed
Without words we love,  with words we engage.

A whole family that is other and mine
An inclusion so touching as to bring tears
That is what you give me, and I love.

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Croydon Nights

A low level chuntering tune
signifies the continuing work
of an air conditioner
in need of service.

Six lights around the room
allow sight, yet still somehow
a gloom lingers, and the warm
neutral colours seem muted.

seven hangers dangle
one coat between them
mocking the extraneity of
its empty brethren.

A tv sits unwanted, 
unwatched, and a phone 
lies bored, unused.
overpriced into silence.

A functional bed awaits 
an occupant, pillows awry 
from earlier spreading out
it promises warmth

but not sleep.

Saturday, September 07, 2013

Contrition inside a foggy window

In the dark splashing rain I stop the car. 
Thanks are given,  kind words said,
A hug,  a peck on the cheek before exiting and then it happens.
Our lips meet.
Our actual lips
Actually meet.
It is brief,  it is asexual,  it is innocent.
gratitude expressed with an every day gesture,
She knows of my past sins, 
Of my ridiculous youth
She knows of my inane babble.
But briefly she indicates that these
may not make a mockery of long held hopes.
Briefly,  with her lips,  and my lips
She grants me hope again
I drive home that night smiling.

Sunday, September 01, 2013

Perspective gained

Lying beneath the stars
on a cloudless night,
their distance humbles,
our failure to grasp
the infinite reinforces
just how small we are.
We need that sense,
perspective gained,
through taking time
and watching them.
Guessing only
how much there is
we do not know.