they pulled off their shirts
the light through their chests shone dark
dreams slowly gathered
Author: simonsalento
she must have been
she never told me
she loved me
she must have been better
than me
at keeping secrets
Can you keep a secret
Can you keep a secret,
tight-lipped, tight-tongued, tight-throated?
Can you keep a secret
with your life?
I can’t.
I blab when I know
I’m not meant to,
I tease and trail excitement
at far too soon a time.
Can you keep a secret?
I can’t.
The only way to keep me quiet
is to
Answer me what I am
Are you guessing? You are. It’s your turn. Very well. OK. I am cold.
– Are you ice? Are you winter? Are you your tiny hand?
Sweet but not honey. Don’t say honey again.
– Honey? Not honey. But sweet. Sweeter than hope?
Cold, cold and sweet, and sometimes quite hot.
– Is it you, are you your heart, is it your possibly potentially possible love for me of which we have never spoken?
[…]
– … your love for me?
No. I am ice cream on the beach. Let’s not play again.
so much to look forward to
there is so much
still
so much
if you hold my hand
we can learn together
in your eyes
in your eyes
I see stars
in the skies
nameless on the mountain
triumphant
all obstacles overcome
joy passion overflowing
but on the mountain
we have no name
I am not crying
I saw you and was conquered
I saw you
and was conquered
sand defences between the tidelines
inevitably washed away
the guilty moon reflected
on the convex waves
the concaves between each hinting trouble
foam on the beach my and their undoing
castles on the cliff edge
slipped to nothing
I saw you
and was conquered
I’m perfection
Calum always put in an extra full stop. Or other punctuation so that his work was. Deliberately not perfect sometimes. He exaggerated.