When was the last time we travelled
to nowhere, to silence
without a word been spoken.
Forming an ellipse
of imaginary incantation
And we formed arches
like branches longing for
Sun under glum grey skies
the last time we conceived
a notion
deceived emotion
Measured silences shining through
empty wine glasses. Caught
refractions of words floating
in a mist of sea spray
by our tongues. Talked about
our feet, how mine are hollow
yours more flatter and how that
makes you more grounded
me afloat
Last time we didn’t
hoard passion
it felt electric blue
we gathered moon-dust from our
eyes mumbling, “there’s a bit of moon
in all of us, and if it stays too long
it takes the colour of rust”
We cried like a child and felt happy
about really being sad. And sad
about how fleeting happiness is
Last time
I became the river you the sea
stood at our edges
and formed an estuary
touched
our bodies like it’s
for the very first time. Climbed
mountains of clouds
stacked up in the sky
got so high. we tripped
in to a daze
Wondered
at the expanse of the ocean and
how easy it is to drown
then stay afloat
collided like
two galaxies;
me Andromeda
you
the milky way
and left
a trail of
stars
of light and
matter
and heat and
words
we didn't say
slipped back
into our
silences
nodded our heads
and
fell asleep.
