Awake

Again the dreamenders arrived too soon, too early. Shapes faded through dark to a different sharpness. I’ll believe in this one now.

She arrived, beautiful

He waited for her. She arrived, beautiful. But not so beautiful as the look in his eyes when he saw her.

Yesterday
Peacefully
In bed
Surrounded by his lovers.
A party
In celebration
On the Festival’s last day.
Wear colourful
And smile.

From the top floor of the car park, Ali could almost see the club where she had got the good stuff. Would the sun rise tomorrow?

I’ve been through the desert on a horse with no….
No you haven’t. I am Thunderwind.
But that don’t scan.
Thunderwind. Say my name.

Between your mouth and my ear your words are translated. I love you, I love you, I do, you say. I don’t care about the others.

I thought he was offering the hand of friendship so I grasped it eagerly. But it was just a single soiled woollen glove. Did I have a dollar?

World turns.
Evening autumn breezes cut through heat.
World turns.
Spring sharpness pierces winter lethargy.
World turns.

The tattoo on my chest doesn’t look like you. I should have used a photo instead of a memory. And not done it in the mirror.

We swam to the island together. The wind got up, and the waves. The next morning his father rowed out. I never saw him again.