Thursday, 26th June 2014

Lost a silence to collapsing doubt
Grew and died and was dried by wishes
A light relief of a veinless leaf
Empty contentment
Cup and cradle silent calling of hands
Gaps to shiver in
Stare at shoulders in rooms
With apostrophes over each arm
Chattering greedily over carpets
Knotted stories
Tall orders and dreams prevented by ghosts
Breath in close proximity
Empty to fill
Chases away the waiting mind

Wednesday.4th June 2014

Pockets of realities
In one I was yours
In one I was his
And his with him
In one with her
And him her his
I jump
Into them all
Every one
The ones we think
May have happened
Already have
Somewhere