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Thursday, June 10, 2021

Once More

Once more.

Out of our houses

Onto the street

Into cafes bars and shops


Something has passed

Something lost

Something found


The introspection 

Unbearable

Ubiquitous 

Unavoidable 


The tasks we set ourselves

To occupy our time

The books we read

The games we played


The sunrises and sets

Seen

To remind us that 

Awe and wonder

Still exist


We have come out once more

To the rattle of trams

To the smiles of others


Something has passed

Something lost

Something found



We know

We will run to ground 

Again


Have to shut our doors

And watch the viral shadow 

Loom 

Large

Luminous 


Something has passed

Something lost

Something found


The plans we made

The people we miss


The space beneath our feet


Something has passed

Something lost

Something found.

Then


Tousled black curls

You don’t know how good 

They look


The lustre not yet faded


The swell of your belly

Fecund in its prime 


You don’t know 

Yet

It will swell 

Again 

Years later


You don’t know 

Those lips that have kissed


Will 

Want beyond imagining 

Years later 

In a silent room


You don’t know 



That in time

The swell

The curl

The lips


Will loose 

Their shine



Then in a blaze of sunrise reds and orange 

It dawns 

On you 



That you should have

Could have

Would have


Loved yourself more


In those moments 


Because now

The curls fuzz

In shades of grey


The belly balloons 

In menopausal revoltk


And lips that have kissed


Seek forever more

What they can not 

Have

Find

Desire


You do not

Can not 

Know


As you walk along 

The quiet street


Your black 

Hair tousled in 

Wondrous curls


Your belly 

Swelling

With life


You do not 

Can not

Imagine 


Then 


How much more 

You should have 

Loved yourself


From the moment

You pushed your way 

Out of 

Her


Into the world 


You should have loved yourself 

From that moment

Then. 

Looking Back On It Now

 Looking back on it now 

It's startling how love can take a vice like grip on you...



Love sick

Love lorn

Love 

Is

The 

Drug


I lost my mind

Nearly jumped in front of a train


Drove through back streets 

Wanting to crash the car 

Just to feel something other than longing


Spent time

Wasted time

Wanting him


His intellect 

His gaze upon me

His desire for me 



Looking back on it now

In the coolness of a winters  evening 


I see myself 

As he saw me


There are people who come into your life 


Arrive 

Like a hurricane


And I'm so pleased

I got a category five.


I see myself now 

as he did then


The parts of the city 

We inhabited


I became myself 


I became 

Love ..