I wrote a love poem
Posted by bronwen wild on Thursday, September 18, 2014
the night was all they ever had. long days filled with long hours and endless minutes all dragging slowly on until they finally meet their evening reprieve. Too late for big words or big places or slow actions. Everything was haste as light crept up their backs and into their eyelashes stealing last kisses and last goodbyes for the next time like a tide that came in too fast. their love the sand castle not yet done and the child who weeps bitter tears, their mother promising them they can build a new one. But they dont want a new one they want that one, that one was good. it was strong and it was theirs. they do not want one with bigger towers or stronger walls, they do not a bigger moat and prettier shells to adorn it or the biggest flag or for it to be further from the sea. they just want that one but it was simply not to be.
Their love was candid at best. all pretty smiles and simple lies and places best kept a secret. Some would call it early morning walks of shame while many would see the tired lines of history that claim this walk a victory. Stolen minutes and broken kisses sit at the bottom of their wish lists forgone by the most foolish of ambitions and a vision that they could of course do better. Because we are all the screaming child wailing in the toy aisle while our mother tries to reason that we already have enough and simply cant quite afford to by more. But enough is not enough until theres simply nothing left.
Day break, day light, sunshine, pours blinding in through every crack crevice and hole, gaping in like some unwanted visitor it never has the decency to wait at the door. Their time was always not now, in a minute, next time, promises. Always busy, crumbling forgetfulness. rushed good-nights and empty good mornings, greet, retreat and repeat theres no honesty when theres no love. boring meals with boring company, always going never staying. Like children they hold grudges hold breaths hold parties ignoring the mother just trying to make them happy. They are dropped ice cream tantrums and smashed mirror arguments. Never listening to the others words just a gap long enough in sentence to give their few pence but now theres nothing left because there never really was any use in this pretense.
They kiss just like starlight, blinding and intense. They hold each other like gravity hugs the earth, holding each other so close, even when faced by forces stronger than their own. They love just like a child. Not quite as innocent as the seem, but filled with wonder and magic and the bravery to dream. Many call them foolish and say this love wont last but they create their own light save relying on the solidity of the past. Burning bright they break through the darkness like an infinite night light, keeping at bay the monsters and the dreaded bleak, black doom. Like children they trust and so their love does bloom.
Their love was candid at best. all pretty smiles and simple lies and places best kept a secret. Some would call it early morning walks of shame while many would see the tired lines of history that claim this walk a victory. Stolen minutes and broken kisses sit at the bottom of their wish lists forgone by the most foolish of ambitions and a vision that they could of course do better. Because we are all the screaming child wailing in the toy aisle while our mother tries to reason that we already have enough and simply cant quite afford to by more. But enough is not enough until theres simply nothing left.
Day break, day light, sunshine, pours blinding in through every crack crevice and hole, gaping in like some unwanted visitor it never has the decency to wait at the door. Their time was always not now, in a minute, next time, promises. Always busy, crumbling forgetfulness. rushed good-nights and empty good mornings, greet, retreat and repeat theres no honesty when theres no love. boring meals with boring company, always going never staying. Like children they hold grudges hold breaths hold parties ignoring the mother just trying to make them happy. They are dropped ice cream tantrums and smashed mirror arguments. Never listening to the others words just a gap long enough in sentence to give their few pence but now theres nothing left because there never really was any use in this pretense.
They kiss just like starlight, blinding and intense. They hold each other like gravity hugs the earth, holding each other so close, even when faced by forces stronger than their own. They love just like a child. Not quite as innocent as the seem, but filled with wonder and magic and the bravery to dream. Many call them foolish and say this love wont last but they create their own light save relying on the solidity of the past. Burning bright they break through the darkness like an infinite night light, keeping at bay the monsters and the dreaded bleak, black doom. Like children they trust and so their love does bloom.
