Big old lumps of love when you hugged me.
Dollops of it when we kiss
Did I dream it all ?
Did I imagine your hands holding my face ?
Your nose in my hair ?
Did I? Be fair.
Or do I weave tall tales where reality fails?
So I made a pointless expression of love.
The words kneaded out of my mouth by your persistent caresses.
Was it a selfish thing?
When I know nothing would change.
And deep down you wouldn’t return the favour?
I admire the honesty of your words
But your body lies. To me. With me.
So which is it?
Your body or your mouth?
Neither? Either? Both?
I won’t say it again.
Forgive my child-like warble
This babbling heart has met rock it cannot erode
But it won’t flood.
It will just meander.