Post today:
a brochure extolling the delights of Dumfries and Galloway and why I really need to go
an explanation of how my small monthly direct debit donation will help teach people in developing countries to sew
and one I have not opened yet
because you never know
love
It’s that day
It’s that day
that special day again
that once a yearly day again
with hearts and flowers
and hearts on cards
when you will say to me
you love me
and I will say to you
I love you
It’s that day again
and
just like every day
I love you
my heart
you stroke my chest
with white swan feathers
your eyes show
you know what this means
my heart bleeds
stars softly
stars softly look down
a single distant owl calls
stones wise as lovers
from my wounds
from my wounds
wings grew
deep breath
and love
I flew
beyond the hedge
beyond the hedge the sound
of children laughing
beyond the bridge the sight
of feathers falling
beyond the sea the sense
of two hearts beating
beyond all time the memory
of your hand in mine
what do you expect me to say when you suddenly walk into the room looking like
waterfalls split rainbows
flow upwards
the sound of the sea in Aphrodite’s seashell
the rushing of blood in my ears
Stars?
Stars?
What do I need with stars
when you are in my arms
and I in yours?
injection
if you could pump my arm full of resilience
my heart hard-filled with hope
I would have no need for medicines
and perhaps again I could love
like matches or gasoline
hearts are so flammable
like matches or gasoline
heat love and the oxygen of attention
the eternal triangle
once more
simonsalento 