For You

 

We pillow fight the mattress

duvet wrestle ourselves into position

 

then pebble-skim sleep.

In the distance the seashell rush

 

of the motorway, closer

the leafy rustle of the bedding.

 

Face-to-face we parachute float

our shared descent, as we have

 

so many times. Now there is nothing

but breath, almost as softly expelled

 

as love, my love. I whisper the words

and alight in it’s warmth. I dream of you.

Reviews

[Not Afraid of Bruises]

There are some amazing images in here. Some part of me wants to see more of a longer poem so I can settle into the language of the poems more, but I like what you have :) keep writing