Sunday, 29 August 2010

On velvet sea

Where eye meets eye.
Candid you
And I will dream.
This is where
We don't have to try
To mean.
Cradled safety.
Of open water.
Some of the time I will look through things I wrote a while ago. Sometimes, the vaguest things bring back the most vivid memories. (Then again, some of them, I've entirely forgotten what they were about.)