Sniff. Blink. Smile.

Everywhere I went today
you were with me.

Not in body
but in scent.
You were up to your elbows in nasal mucus.
Appologies about the head cold and the horrible image.
But you can make anything
beautiful.

You were everywhere I looked.
Swimming through my Vitreous humour.
Every turning head was yours.
Every wayward curl hiding that smile.
Oh that smile.

Everywhere I went today
you were there.
You are here.
Oh how I wish you were
here now.

–This poem is officially dedicated to slynne.
Thanks for the kind words and Happy Birthday.

The Room

Square and formal.
No doors. No windows. No far echoing corridors to run down.
Just a bed. A bare bed.

No one wants to say
“no way”.
No one wants to think
“no way but this”.

Our bodies hard and white. Every error
picked out.
There is no sensuous act without
darkness. Who can move their tongue?
This whiteness harshes all.
It is too true.