Friday 4 January 2013

Friday

Another crappy old day in work so I have been reading old poetry since I came home, this is one from a Friday back in January 2004. I miss those days, nostalgia aside, I really do. I think you do too, maybe we all do.  


 
 
 
 
‘Love’
 
I gather stems, of elder flowers,
Crush them, ornately, with my fingertips.
Relish the delights of their
Flowery juice.
 
In my garden, on the riverbank,
We drink,
Tenderly.
 
*
 
I’d like to blackmail you.
Cut out red hearts made of sugar-paper,
Sending them to you,
For tease value,
Oh how I love you.
 
The wickedness,
The deception.
 
Our summer memories are in the past,
Our past, the times we have breathed through.
 
 
I will always love you.




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