Intimacy

The only moments we spent alone

Silhouettes and morning jets stalked the sky.

The coarse sugar stuck incumbently to our fingertips.

Morning steam swirling with the clouds;

Outside, it was sticky and brisk.

We sat interlocked, deteriorating into one another,

Like the grains of warm sugar in our coffee.

The sun rose over stalky branches;  

squinting it’s morning eyes through orange foliage.

And as no deterrent to our apparent muse,

The air emitted oak and song; smell and taste.

Black-birds swam around our heads, detaching themselves from the milky sky,

Swirling with the atmosphere in a light and radiant manner

Amused by us.

The only few moments we were ever alone.

Reviews

[Red-Sea-Kelp]

a melancholy yet textural feast
some vivid and tactile imagery
for some reason i interchanged black birds with swallows
until i realised i was cheering a sadder moment when you said
the only few moments we were ever alone
leaves a question hanging in the air
nice!

[Shayla Sayer]

i love your authors note hun, it really is inspiring and so very true!