CREAM CAKES
Somewhere ...
A mouth closes, taking the first, succulent bite,
Teeth sinking, tearing; tongue tasting, savouring.
Jam and cream ooze, dripping on the plate beneath
Watching her, he smiles, his cake untouched,
Resting on the plate placed on the gingham tablecloth.
He sees her eyes widen with pleasure
At the taste and texture that her teeth release.
Her eyes are as blue, he notes, as the denim jacket
That encloses her slender frame;
Her lips are full and rosy red
And will not smile on him
Again.
They leave together;
He cannot hold her hand
She is too distant from him now.
Outside the coffee shop
She kisses his cheek but does not smile.
He watches as she walks from him;
Her step brisk and purposeful.
Somewhere
In a coffee shop
A lone man sits,
Remembering ...
THE LONG WALK HOME
The long walk home
Begins with goodbyes
To the places you’ve been
And the faces you’ve seen.
The long walk home
Will carry you through
Uncharted waters
And memories of you
And the loves of your life.
The long walk home
Exhances our view
Of the world we inhabit
The things that we cherish
The flesh that will perish
And the essence of you.
EXORCISM
Your boot heels hit the ground with a sound like the wind
As it whispers through the barley on a golden summer’s day;
There’s a white mist that surrounds us as it splinters with the passion
Of a sudden beam of sunlight that will carry you away.
Drifting down the days we are, like two birds flying high,
Sighing through the nights into the light of each new dawn,
We’ve caused the course of history to alter to our will
As we move towards a destiny mapped out when we were born.
Shadows wash across the gloom of the now pale afternoon;
I know that you are fading, just as I knew you’d be the one;
The blackness of your shadow bleaches to a silver grey
And the last I ever see of you is your black boots in the sun.