Poems 3

Sometimes I write my own poems too. This was one that actually got long-listed for a poetry award here in the UK.

Break of Day          

I never saw you at the break of day,

Your golden hair nestling at my side,   

Your breathing, light upon my face;

The perfume of your presence,

With such grace would lie

So gently on my morning mindfulness:

An outstretched hand flung careless

Across the space between us.

I never held you at the crack of dawn,

Unburdening my grubby morning mist

In the golden rays of that primal sun,

Nor did I taste our lingering love

Or your sublime deceitful kiss,

Your love for me betrayed,

Our bodies snapping together

For the Eternal Moment.

Yet, I have known you:

That afternoon, tense and silent,

As we stumbled on a forest glade,

Were all these half regrets displayed

To a winter sunshine

As it burst across our part-nakedness;

Dead leaf twittering across the hard ground,

“I want to stay here” you said.