Ophelia

you love me for my stories
the tales hidden in the plaits in my hair
brush them out
I want to go for a swim –
so brush them out for me
I want to feel
my hair loose on my back
I want to drown
in the warm gold of it
so take them –
the tall tales
the short ones
the small secrets
the split ends and the spilt milk
no point crying when you can swim
no point swimming –
when you can drown instead

 

Like sunshine

the scent of sunlight
the soft kisses of a forlorn summer
drifting away
deeper into my memory
the warmth on my side
sets me back three paces
throws me into remembrance
a half lost half lying dream

and you, half dying, seem
happier, calmer
warmer
Like sunshine