"You can close your eyes to reality, but not to memories" - Stanizlaw Jerzy Lec
That stolen night
it was bitter
we sat
in unreality
your head
on my shoulder
alien
and for once
it was okay
we were messes
disasters
uselessly
clutching normality
lacking morality
and living
our undeserved
freedom.
Wednesday, 24 February 2016
Friday, 5 February 2016
A Novel Romance
I
thought of you today
a simple flicker
like
a breeze
on
the pages
of
a well thumbed book
and
in an instant
page
14
the
familiar graze
of
lips on neck
page
60
clammy,
nervous fingers
entwined
and shaking
page
132
dinner,
laughter
sincerity
page
176
screaming
after
another
pointless
war
page
201
When I finally wiped
from
my mind
page
5
the night you
first said
I
love you
recklessly
not
realising on
page
180
you'd
realise what
love
was
and
decide on
page
181
that
we didn't have it.
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