The Candle
The candle went out by itself. My god it was strong this morning.
It was a full light, consistently bright, without a hint of a flicker.
Now it is out.
The wax has dripped so far down the candle it is almost unrecognisable.
I can’t see what do next.
How do I reshape it?
How do I get the wick light-able once more?
How do I replace the light that it once made?
Now it is out.
I am shaking it’s core, asking it to explain.
Lines
Your hand presses against the bed as you lift yourself up. It squishes my fingers, hidden underneath the sheet. I can feel the blood to my fingertips as your nails dig into my skin and stumble over my knuckles. It’s not easy to not notice something like that, yet you manage it well.
What was it again? The lines on your hand? Yes, it was something like that…it got me thinking about where we started. What did our hands feel like back then? Have the ditches in our hands gotten deeper? Have the lines started to crack further and further? Can you see all that has happened to us when your hands are resting on the sheets?
The Oxford English dictionary defines a ditch as “any open passage or trench, as a natural channel or waterway”. Do you channel water in those lines, my love? Do you ever pour a drop onto your skin and watch it seep down towards your arm?
I love where we started and I love where we are now. You are falling back to sleep and I am resting your hand on the sheets. I follow our path with my fingertip, I can see where we started and I can see where we are now.
It’s the cushion that makes the reading experience complete.
(Source: angledart)
A Decision
It’s the closeness of their knees
Her hair still dangling in her face
Because movement is a decision
As laughter shifts them closer
Her hair still dangling in her face
They drink from the same cup
As laughter shifts them closer
And he just kissed her cheek
They drink from the same cup
Her head tilts towards him
He just kissed her cheek
There is a newness about this
Her head tilts towards him
She takes a photo of him
There is a newness about this
A reason to get closer
She takes a photo of him
Tucks her hair away nervously
A reason to get closer
His blond curls tickle her cheek
Tucks her hair away nervously
Gap of light between them narrows
His blond curls tickle her cheek
He guards her lips as she talks
Gap of light between them narrows
His hand now lays on hers
He guards her lips as she talks
She knows for sure now
His hand now lays on hers
It’s the closeness of their knees
She knows for sure now
Because movement is a decision
The Cows Woke Us Up
The flicker of the sleeve
his secret trick of force
releases the eggs to the oil
drifting, down
tumbling from the fridge
His furtive tap of the tin
a knife to split the cap
it pricks the quiet dawn
dozing, sinks,
covering it in leaves.
They move when they’re disturbed
the splashing milky pool
cheeps pierce the silky air
whistling, song,
warmed up by the sun.
His stealthy scheme of hype
the quilt slips to the ground,
a snake slides from its den,
morning, after
the cows woke us up.
When you are with me
Our minds can go wild
Into the stars where we roam
Our stories of fish, geese and rats
Our laughter of dust and scary cats
Our smiles match
I can feel our giggling hatch
At the exact same time.
Yes
We don’t always notice the little things
the hidden things
the ones that matter the most
Yet
Doesn’t that make it better
When we do?
Transparent Taunts
You have two faces, I have two mouths. Ellipse me now. Ellipse me to the ground. Fragile cracks in the temperature watch, watch this space it will move soon. Watch this space it will change, watch.
Colourless nothing follows you out of the door. I ignore the transparent taunt to follow you out too. You tie yourself to the doorknob with invisible tape and we listen to the sky while you tell me what happens while paint dries.
Watch this space it will change, watch. You have two faces, I have two mouths. I have two faces, you have two mouths. I have two faces, you have two mouths. Say it enough and you will see the complete and utter transparency.
