December 2009
3 posts
und(ep)ress me
You may be in her bed but you might as well be on the other side of a river, visible but painfully out of reach. Unless, a flotation device. A high reliability flotation device, for the passenger warns of a heavy heart. Her heart is smallish but it weighs as much as its size in gold. And here is where we stop pushing the metaphor because it is getting the point nowhere. I am nowhere, and I want to...
I love you.
And sometimes it’s enough to stop me from throwing the emptied glass on your sticky, stained, tiled floor.
The crash would have perished the thought.
(the thought that makes me perish)
Miss Tunstall put it less dramatically,
There isn’t many memories I’m comfortable to keep.