Smitten

 

 

 

The day before

   bonfire night

      they stand

 

 at the open door

        of her little

          red car

            in the supermarket

             car park

 

beneath a hunter’s moon

 

He fumblingly

  tells her

    how

      she makes him feel

 

and she smiles

 

         then with far

      more eloquence

    and fewer words

 

says the same

 

  prompting

    a rush

     of bravery

          so he leans in

to kiss

 

     her moist

   and tantalisingly  

 cool lips

 

 and in a moment

       that stretches

          through the whole

              of his drive home

 

he knows

 

         that he doesn’t want to wait

     another week

   before he sees her

again

Falling

 

 

 

I’m 

      falling

 

I thought I was standing

on solid ground

 

ground new formed

 

flat and springy turf

under my feet

 

but

      I’m

           falling

 

towards something

       I thought was nevermore

 

    falling

through rarefied air

that makes my

          joyous

                     heart

                              race

 

I’m

     falling

 

f

 a

  l

   l

    i

     n

      g

 

asking only

that you fling wide your arms

 

and

      catch

               me

10th January 2010

                               

 

 

I stir as you stir

the red numbers show 07:38

and you

          newdaybreathing

roll to me

 

I raise my arm and with an instinct

you move your head

then rest back

          eyesstillclosed

on my shoulder

 

you are waking slowly

now embraced

as I gaze up through the roof-light

         yesterdaysnowcovered

at the lightening day

 

a sense of where I am

eddies about me

and we submerge

         twobodiesjoined

deeper into the refuge of your bed

 

and as I am overwhelmed

by an abandonment

of wanting to be

         everintime

anywhere else

 

 I can’t help

the startling restitution

of a

         teardropfilled

smile