Amidst the many others
That stretch and bend
Enlessly into the future
Monochrome steel skies
Beckon the promise of more fine English weather
Breathing softly so as not to wake you
Fumbling in the smoky blackness
Cigarettes and alchohol
Lingering in the air
Longing to be back...
...Back in the night before
When we were young and free
Softened by Chardonnay
You lay outstretched on the bed
Arms flung up behind your head
A naked angel waiting to be taken
So teasing was your smile...
A strangled grunt of agony
As little toe meets heavy wine bottle
Half full with promise.
Somewhere inbetween the first and the last
Settled comfortably in a niche
Uncertainty hunches in the corners of the past
Dust collecting in the corners of his grimace
The future too non-descript
Like a faceless child
Alone at an adult soiree.
We lounge on the grass
Bare calves resting on coarse picnic blanket
Heads nestled against warm damp moss
Sleeping in the afternoon heat
Aware of heads throbbing
Alcohol remains a sour taste against jam sandwiches
Another day amidst a flurry of expectant dreams.