Another morning is ours
And waiting
When we open our eyes
To sweat and sun
And cover ourselves in more
Or less
Cloth
And meet him
Who I haven’t seen in a while
And miss.
In the car we gallop
Down motorways
And get caught in a storm
Of people
And when we land on the beach
We seek shelter
To eat our sand sprayed
Sandwiches
And listen to poetry
That I haven’t written
But wish I had.
At home we waste hours
Eating, drinking
Listening to me talk
And listening to him listen
A soft hum and nod
And then decide
To take the night
And watch other’s laugh
Upon borrowed bikes.
And it feels so good
To have him
And to let him have me
Because I have never met myself
Or seen myself so closely
And he’s making me love her
And telling her
‘You’re not the only one’
But meaning something other
To what ‘he’ has said before.
