When we first saw you you had tired of unbreathing
the loss for me (9 months I had you to myself) I wasn’t
enough
we split and it was quick, (the kind of speed that made me
suck
the air) my body cracked and spilt you were there
all slip and ready for love (with your mouth your eyes
all that skin that surrounded you.)
How could we know how much
love would make you swim up-current?
(Delight landed on your brow like a good fairy
and I wrapped you in my old shirt
sat crossed legged and ate your details with my eyes)
the night would linger like my
love across your lips, along your fingertips.
From now on the air will taste different
we will have laughter for breakfast and
spells cast from slaughtered daisies on our shoulders,
you will sleep and sleep again and suck
all the blessing up with your bedtime milk.
You will be held by ten arms always, five hearts,
yours to handle – there will be no space between the word
love and your name.
Just lovely. I particularly like 'spells cast from slaughtered daisies on our shoulders' for the fresh juxtaposition of tone - loving - and word - 'slaughtered'. Makes me appreciate the potential in language to express entirely new ideas.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely light filled joyous celebration of a poem with some truly inventive and original lines.
ReplyDeleteI agree, joyous. Thank you Lucy.
ReplyDeleteThat's beautiful, Lucy.
ReplyDeleteSo Lovely, and loving Lucy. That image 'slaughtered' really pulled me up, but in a good way, just as I was being lulled....:)
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