

EightDo you remember being eight? Balmy hot summers, wading through the nettles. A plamful of racing snails, grasped too tightly With a sticky crunch. Caterpillars reared in greenhouse jars. The forgotten butterflies veiny wings, crumbling, unreleased. Skinned knees, ruby drops of blood Spattered onto the slick, melted tarmac. A fractious heat, skin itching The chalky smell of calamine lotion. Hiding in the scratchy barley, red rashed arms. Paddling in the stream Weed in mossy blankets tickling pink toes Catching sticklebacks in cupped hands Slipping down muddy dykEight


You Were HereI breathe on the glass And kiss the indentations Of your fingertips. They fade like ghosts Eroding into blankness.You Were Here
I lay on your side of the bed And lay still in the groove
of your body. It shapes itself to mine Melting around me.
I touch the pages of your books And feel the grease
of your touch. It evaporates like rain Rising in the air.
I breathe in your dust And savour the taste
Of your skin. It sinks to the ground Disappearing into the carpet.
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a few months ago that you were watching
me. thanks for the new watch
xo!
shane
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I am a poetry admin for *DailyLitDeviations.
interested in collaborating?
writer, photographer, painter, whatever(er) -
I'll mix with words with anything you've got.
I really appreciate the support.
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