Tuesday, January 5, 2016

Return

I came home in the rain, only to find
The pain under sheets I had left behind
There it was still, concealed and protected
From time and distractions it remained unaffected
And while I was gone in my new surrounds
The weary travellers, the peculiar sounds
My sight and smell and taste overstimulated 
The days too long, the nights inebriated 
Of all my senses most deprived 
My skin for your touch, as always, denied

Old Summers

Lying in a bubble
Bobbing over waves
Haven't seen the headlines for days
Trees sway
Crazy windy
Hair's a tanglin'
Feet are danglin'
Hanging for hot chips
Skip off for a quick dip
Stumble back
Flicking sand
Sipping Campari and lemonade
In the dappled shade
We reminisce of old summers
When we were young and tanned and hot
Everything this summer's not