Moving on

Moving on,
Is like watching
the sun
rise high above
last nights clouds
smelling the rain
from the storm
that kept you up
until sunrise.
It's seeing the beauty
in the pink
and orange
and lavender haze.
It's deciding to
wake up early
to coffee
and the fresh pages
of an unopened book.
It's knowing
that today
might be the same
as the day before it
but smiling anyway
because
you were alive
to see
the blank canvas
of new
unknown
days.

Klein

There is no glamour

in the sad imprints

of your thighs

spread wide

licked with blue

and forced against

Klein's sheets.

There is no pride

in immortalising

Your mother's body

In midnight stains

Losing yourself

in the canvas

Breathless

The fumes leave you dizzy,

Sticky and exhilarated,

You lay back

Ready for the other side.