Nothing for sale
But it was just after 10am
Everyone has to sleep, sometime.
Just soulless rooms with empty stools
All the better for selling the wares
Red …. of course
The sweet cloying perfume of cannabis
Hung heavy in the morning air
Joints easier to buy in a coffee shop here
Than a decaf latte to go
She barely registered them
Safe in their cosy togetherness
Just stood there
Bored vacant stare
A world away from theirs
The other side of the glass
A man’s fantasy tick box
In one window display
“It’s just sex”
“They’re looked after here, they’re …. clean”
“Business is business”
“At least she has a job”
“It happens anyway, anywhere”
“You can look, but, no fucking photos … ok?”
None of it felt, ok
Her waist gave her away
Less a woman, more a girl
When did her journey bring her there?
Too young, too young
Did her mind and her heart become empty rooms
Where for less than 50 euros
She had no choice but to sell her soul
They had each held the end
Of the invisible string of fate
All the while
The string coiled tighter
Pulling them in
Closer and closer
Life held its breath
Their bodies so near now
The distance between them
No more that a moment in time
“Can I sit here?”, she’d said
He looked up,
The day stood still
All that went before, was before
This was their time
Fate’s work was done
How was your day, today, my love?
Was the train on time?
Did your meetings all go well?
Did you work your lunch, or take the time, to look
out of the window at that bluest of blue sky we had today
and wonder if I’d seen it too?
And are you seeing friends tonight?
Or snugging in
with season four, a beer and take away?
The same …
the train, the meetings all went well, the lunch, the bluest of blue sky,
the friends, the snugging in …
and yes, I did, take time to wonder about you.
… you haven’t met me yet, don’t even know my name.
Our ordinary days go by, our lives evolve,
our paths wind on their way.
But know that, on just one of your so ordinary days
You will look up and see me there and wonder
is it her?
The one who I’ve been waiting for?
And I will feel the same.
Don’t rush, my love.
That day will come and if the time is right,
There’ll be no need to shout, and wave to stand out from the crowd.
Our paths will cross
And I will know you are the one
And you will know it too.
And there will be no more so ordinary days …
… and you will know for sure that when you see the bluest of blue sky
… that I have seen it too.
Laughter needs two people.
Laughing alone, tears rolling down her face,
because her book, the one that was meant to make it look
like she hadn’t been stood up
in the restaurant,
that book – well it was
side-splittingly, eye-wateringly hilarious!
And who, in their right mind, would want to sit
anywhere near the crazy English lady
snorting in the corner!!
“Morning, lovely day!”
She scurried past,
envying the time to sit and stare,
her pace quickening,
winter’s fading rays piercing the oaks,
shedding their green,
extraordinary in their autumn coat.
Littered empties, discarded butts
surrounding the bench,
night’s cold and weary secrets,
Lone dog yapping
for another stick thrown,
his mornings, a well trodden path,
same walk, different day.
like her, mind full, head down,
unseeing, blind to the day’s
patient calling to be admired.
like a silent reminder
of the pain.
Her thoughts elsewhere.
Life’s pulse happening anyway
but everything had changed.
He had gone.
their ties undone,
and crumpled layers of hurt
he gave to her
of their most contented days
and the gift of wings to fly ….
so serene at rest
calm and self-assured
as the sparkling dance
on the tips of the waves
fades with the setting sun
only to reappear above
in the darkened sky
one by one
the gentle lap on her bow
as she wraps her arms around you
her hypnotic caress
a slow, lingering kiss
your bodies as one as
she whispers sweet nothings
“I am here, trust me, I am yours”
with the waking day,
she sleepily stirs
the breeze catches her breath
her sun-kissed limbs
as she turns her face to the sun
an intoxicating desire engulfing her
she arches her back
and groans with longing
as she strains to the call
of the heady blue
your powerful arms hold her tight
as you take control
as she bends to your will
and you conquer the world
I love you
I love you
I love you
No need to say it back
I tell you
because it’s how you make me feel
because somewhere in the depths of
this bruised heart of mine
is a feeling that is
for you alone
and I will shower you with it
because it makes every day
How was it possible to just glance and see him sitting there,
How had my heart bruised my chest with the force of its beat,
when I hadn’t even seen his face?
How did I know it was our destiny to meet,
when I could simply have walked on by?
How had fate interwoven our paths and lead us there,
without a warning bell?
How might I have missed him altogether,
if I had passed by later, just by a minute or two?
How did I find him and open my heart,
when looking for love was so far from my mind?
How did I not even know his name, that he existed at all,
How can a normal day become an extraordinary day,
when everything changed?
How did all that happen …
… the moment I walked in the room?
Also published by Mantra Mood (September 2017)
the leaving behind ….
an emotional seesaw
time now …