I Think I Forgot How To Love

You didn’t give me any warning, like the
blazing summer sun forgotten amongst winter winds,
yet holding familiarity. Your hand placed carefully
on the inside of my thigh, kissing my cheek
as though I was the only one you’d ever loved.

The wreckage of my heart drifted deeply into
my eyes, you witnessed the hesitant shake of my
fingertips. A phantom record spinning loops
of old songs in the midnight air, singing about
how angelic the touch of love can be. How am I

to trust the scream of a banshee? Whilst your
touch is burning with fireworks and flames my
hollow hands hold tightly to the rain. What had really
happened?

Why had my skin suddenly become bound in chains
and my face hiding behind a mask? Perhaps old wounds
were rising to the surface with searching questions
attempting to determine
the shape of dream
and reality.

To Heaven, My Friend

Ascending through the forest trees,
A rocket-ship of whirlwind memories,
I suddenly remember the day we met,
wrapped within the cascade of a happiness palette.

Foreign whispers melt your ears,
Until empty plates surround you,
Three feet under harsh grey ground,
To the midnight sky your soul is bound.

Birds chirping until silence did fall,
Time stood still for an infinite second,
A single pair of wellington boots
placed on the ground to find their roots.