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.

 

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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.