01/11/21

Every day, I say I love you.
Imagine you allowing me to.
Wonder what I’d do
Without half-written heartbreaks.
Having far too much free time.

31/10/21

I know love looks
Like big brown eyes
Between pointed ears,
Above a small wet nose.
I could never doubt
The wagging of your tail.

We didn’t just break;
We shattered.

Smashed irreparably into fragments.

I cannot conceive that time will grind
The shards of us to sand.

Your words are perfect spheres,
Like rain on fur,

Unable to permeate
My repellent pelt.

Mongrel-stubborn,
I shake them off.

The living-room carpet gets stained.

I could define today
As bare toes burrowing
In a plush sun-warmed meadow.

Instead I ruminate
On uneasy encounters
With steaming land mines of manure.

Subdued, I resolve:
I must savour you in morsels.

Failing,
I attempt to stem thin red tears
With the gentle graze
Of my serrated edge.

I know I must have been happy then.
And if I concentrate hard enough, I can almost feel it
Between scrunched eyes and clenched teeth.

Give me indifference like slow fog:
Creeping vapour
Dissipated by the switch-flick of full-beams.

This opaque apathy does not thaw.

I’m brittle in thick ice.

Cultivating contentment
In our imitation of intimacy,
I wonder whether
I could ever
Be satisfied
By constant cups of tea
And pecks on the cheek.

Your vanity is dressed in a velvet of dust
Napped by the stains of red lipstick rot.
Elegant;
You snag silk pyjamas on almond-shaped nails.