Not For Carol

Not For Carol

When, in moments like these,
I silently turn my idling mind
To thoughts of sweetened promise
And seasons of re-painted memory.

And I ponder some on my hands you used to hold,
The secrets that we told
Each other, as our curls
And our kisses unfurl,
Crazy head to crazy head,
Favoured sunrise, favoured bed,
The honeyed taste of delicious lips
I kissed, your fucking cry rips
This bloody night apart.
That moment! Each held the other's heart.