Ache; twenty-five years in the making
I also have to say
That each day your storm
Grows somewhat stormier
Fragrant flowers sneak upon me
As I wander through the canal-side markets
Dusty words throng around me
As I ponder among the older bookshops
To research their serious and frivolous titles
Oils and pastels paint intricate pictures
In the rivers and the galleries
As those erstwhile exploratory travellers
Wake no more to the love;
So long to make, so swift to break
This timely declaration may normalise:
Hold back the storm so to speak
Unless the storm of your broken love
Becomes ever more steamy
From the Collection One Crow to a Tree - Love in Separate Houses available from Lulu
