Just two months prior, as vivid as dreams,
And stranger still, two yards from the sea,
I was late, you were tired and waiting for me,
The sky, gentle winter, smooth and evenly white,
Made spikes on the water that lived by its light.
My thoughts were still slow and nostalgic for sleep,
My limbs hardly better. You glanced with surprise
As I looked and I smiled at the clouds in your eyes.
Just one month prior, as fast as a thought,
And deeper still, one inch from your face,
I had two calm hands on a corset of lace;
The light through the window had just been released;
In its cradling arms, we both lay at peace.
Today, behind bars of benevolent law,
I’m bored and I’m thinking of when it will come,
The day this is over, when the demon is gone,
When I’ll rest by your side in a bubble of dawn,
And we’ll jeer and we’ll laugh at what has withdrawn.
David