A Few Steps Away

You are FUCKING CRAZY

With your acid temper and that unpredictable

Grounding fist. I peel away the layers of

Unconsidered retorts from your blackened lips

Still no Answer. nudged the table so

Fast I spilled my tea and ruined my book,

Your eyes flared and I knew you wanted to scream and

Erupt with confusion and longing.

Your face feels so aged beneath my palm

Your eyelids stretch open and you tense up

and down until you have to stand and leave the room.

The leaves outside in the wind hold your gaze

For as long as you can see them

And again you grind your teeth.

The Bastards! They have you again, locked into a battle

with your wits your memory your knowledge your fear and your hope.

Ocean rides before you and you wade in and 

Stamp your feet into the sand, wish it were concrete,

Water awakens taste in your mouth, repulsion, emersion fills your finger tips,

unholy thoughts. Compulsion to join the great force of the waves

As they batter angrily for all eternity into the rock face,

Chipping away - murderer of the lands.

I see the sea air brush your ankles as you emerge haphazardly from the tide

No element seems to envelop you wholly.

You take my hand. You hold me close and I feel loss and foreboding.

That time exists, that the next moment is a gift seems forgotten.

Later you make me laugh most indulgently,

You inspire passion in one sitting close and one standing far away,

Your body moves majestically whimsically through the pub and

I can't keep from staring at you, like you might disappear at any minute and

I wonder is that your intention or your condition or is it just me cause I've been

drinking too much. Face that I want to sleep against.

I watch you grab at the flesh of another, caressing and biting at ears and lips

And neck, dark sodden breath in the air. I hear your lament echoing.

When there is a power cut later at home, the four of us get up, and rush around

Pretty much just from the excitement of lighting candles

And the thought of blackout sex and adventure. You stay quite still.

Unexpected dark quite plainly assailing your evening, evenings.

Table lamp flickers on suddenly and a grey air dispels from around your eyes

You hold my gaze and I know I'll always see you teeter on the verge of something

Other than me. Torsos rub together and you'll be close for as long as I can hold you.

And when after comes my imagination will brake down in time with me.