and all the time your lips
brushed my cheek
your arms rocked my sleep
and my heart caught a glimpse
of us sailing away in that great ship
There are things I haven’t told you
how I love to sit in treetops and pretend
I am a strange little creature
or how the smell of that old perfume
now I listen to television
to construction noise next door
to the world expanding
in my soup
in my little incubator
waited for the one to hear it
the only one left
the one that had gathered and knelt
and curled itself into the first syllable ever read
vulnerability
open windows
the sound of the ocean
peppermint tea
green hand knitted bed sox
passport to everywhere
firewood
rose scented candles
this skin you dance me in
could belong to another
dance where I was
and she
could not step on your
toes
then she took the loaded gun
she tried to forget
and fired at the past
shot the centre of it’s heart
When Grief came to stay
we were all still bumbling about
unconscious
acting out
our own dear
versions
of the Bold and the Beautiful
the Young and the Restless
Home and Away
then maybe the rain would have come and the glass
would be wet as it touched those lips
and the songs that came before birth would wrap your heart
in soft tiny hands of memory
a tight fist a tighter smile
an open letter to the vatican
burning the skin and lifting
the perfect lamb
I was sure I was ready to leave
when my breath was taken
I could sense
the easy light
make your mouth
But I will never say thanks for the one that has
been seduced by technology
cos I’m old school you see
it’s because you know
your chin nuzzles deep into my neck
I feel your heart as though
it beats from my own chest
Lucy adjusted the sequin feathers at her breast, and took in a small
silent breath.