I do remember 
popping you open 
like a bottle 
of freshly shaken 
fizzy water or 
wine and you 
spilling over me 
and this then 
is what I 
thought thinking that
drunk on love 
must be like 

It’s not 
the going 
through but
the other 
side that 
ever matters
the doorway 
never says 
what’s after 
just welcome 
and squeeze 
in you 
do like 
some rusty
old key
unlocking everything 
else after 

There were things 
that I purposefully 
put away and 
forgot buried deeply 
as far down
as they’d go 
some I swallowed 
others left behind 
and a few 
where I knew 
I could find 
once the ransacking 
stopped and I 
was left for 
dead and now 
like little flowers 
that I notice 
they are sprouting 
funny little things 
love like that 
never ever forgets 
where you are 

I try not 
to think really
for the pearls 
of good times
have broken free
from their string
and now lay
strewn about scattered 
each one duller
than when joined 
together as one 
such are things 
tied with knots 
of tired promises 

So early 
coffee calls
come hither
leave nigh
wipe sand
from eyes 
add cream 
and sugar 
sit sipping 
and watch 
as dark 
escapes behind 
the mountains 
free again