Age a year
and decide if you’ve
improved
in attitude
and ambition.
Are you happy
sat beside the one
now at your side?
Fiction and poetry writing, recapturing the muse.
Age a year
and decide if you’ve
improved
in attitude
and ambition.
Are you happy
sat beside the one
now at your side?
Pay respect
to earn my reward,
the heat drops
seven more
and you can
almost remember
how to breathe.
Comfort in closeness
denied
due to overwhelming heat,
find a moment
early and quiet
to sneak in a gap
of cuddles
and reassurance.
Give me
the moisture
and relief
of washing away
my own water.
Open the sky
and end
the oppression.
Fight
to prevent
from melting,
denying light
access
and hoarding
cool air,
all for nothing
when another
opens the door.
An unseen connection
made visible
whether you’re ready
to admit it
or not,
will you deny
or embrace it,
opening yourself
to another
in a final
and unquestionable
chance.
Mask through cloth
to protect
a version of yourself
no one else can know.
Can you see through
the fabric?
Or have you forgotten
the colour
of the sky?
Two hours
to reach home,
all obstacles
surfacing
to try break
your journey.
Would it be better
to never leave?
A thought
too lonely
to consider
seriously.
Trickle through a moment
of the extraordinary
with a mind
unique
and beautiful.
Even that small glimpse
will let you reach out
and feel the rush
of connection.
Wake with
growing aches,
a pressure of heat
that will gain
no relief.
How will you cope?
How will you
be judged?