I will never tire of you, just as you are
Sublime perfection, shining in the soft sunshine.
But I can already feel you wilting..tilting towards other flowers
And I have always been ivy
Climbing the walls,
Clinging too tight.
Needing to be ‘cut back’.
They don’t say ‘Ivy power’ do they ?
You hold all the cards petal.
And soon the light will fade.
But where you need heat
I survive in the shade.
They made a choice
The forbidden fruit of the loins
Started the clock ticking on their own immortality
Energy is neither created or destroyed but transformed.
Slowly the growing of another human
Was inversely proportional to their own longevity
Perhaps they never had a choice
That urge to touch is greater than the will to live forever
Eden was growth and enough for two
Love and its human display
Was consuming. Consumption.
But that’s not evil.
There was no devil in our making.
Just change. Just an natural inclination to bloom.
Let us stop searching for their garden
It was fleeting.
Let us grow our own.
As Adam farmed so must we.
For every child a tree
Or two , or three.
Grow our own humans.
Grow our own Eden.
Don’t press her buttons
Then tell her she’s crazy.
Don’t let her do everything
Then make her feel lazy.
Don’t make her cry
Then call her a moan
Don’t not listen
Then wonder why she groans.
Don’t shut her out
Then ask her why she pouts.
Don’t be a dick
And watch that mean mouth.
Don’t call her a bitch
When she won’t have sex
Don’t not call her
And wonder why she’s vexed.
So many don’t s
So much to remember
But don’t worry if you can’t
She ‘ll be gone by December
Half finished knitting, lying like a sad multicolored cat on the table.
A half crudely cut curtain grimacing at me from the shadows
Projects I intend to finish but never do.
I do things by halves. Perfect halves.
That’s heart and soul and pieces of flesh.
And that’s why I’m finished. Complete.
You came into this halfheartedly.
And now I am at a loose end.
I said sorry when I didn’t mean it.
I wanted to shrug off the shawl of unease
To try to please…
I said sorry for something I didn’t do
But for my reaction to you.
It was a lie.
Just like yours.
I learned from the best after all.
But I take it back.
I didn’t mean to apologise
To the person who lies and lies.
You made your bed of those
And in it you repose.
You’re at peace with a life of strife
But I pity your future wife.
I’ll just be the crazy Ex
You’ll shrug your shoulders… Perplexed.
Oh I’m the one that got away.
I ran you see ? I ran and ran.
Sorry ? No I’m fucking not.
I carried marbles when I was with you
I held tiny , the worlds that I should have lived
But when I let go and they scattered
I wasn’t empty. I wasn’t shattered.
I watched each roll about its shiny way
And I knew I would be ok
I hadn’t lost my marbles
I had set them free
Tiny worlds away from thee
Little spheres of perfect glass
To show me the insignificance of what did pass
There was never an us
Just you. Just me.
I didn’t lose my marbles
I set them free.
I will always suffer this sight
That lends itself across time and space
I see fathoms and fault lines
Swirling moonrock in a universe far from ours
I don’t think in minutes. Hours. Centuries.
They mean nothing to me.
I see circles and curls
Whisps of words spoken light years ago
The first laugh into the sky.
The first tear that set the earth alight.
So if I don’t see you tomorrow
Or the next
Don’t look for me with eyes. Don’t search to touch with your fingertips
To kiss me with your lips.
I am something you cannot lose or find
Flowing through you and past you and back again.
Love is not a word that I just uttered.
It is my print on the matrix that binds us .
I do not fall.
I hold it all.