#equinoxchick

We're going round in circles same things said, written sighs becoming lies, hammering at my head.

We're going round in circles I met you here before, we kissed but missed the chance to meet some more.

We're going round in circles bitter words flung into air left bare to fly like fledgeling birds.

I could spin you a tale of love and  great loss, Of climactic sighs and dramatic tears. I could type out my words, little thinking the cost Was the sum of my heart through the torrential years.

We danced (metaphorically) through tempests and rain You wept through my screen, whilst I listened in My keyboard cracking as I hammered out a refrain To soothe, to comfort, to halt your chagrin.

Do you remember when our fingers danced on the skin of leaves and blades of grass, when the buttercups swirled around our knees as we ran and we ran through fields of gold?

Do you remember the sun of that day beating down intensely until our shoulders  were pink, and our faces flushed with excess?

And when the sun took its bow  we lay together watching the night draw in, the navy sky engulfing the orange pinks of dusk. Do you remember now?

The taste on my tongue was not wine but defeat.

The stain on my lips was the blood of disappointment.

The ache  in my limbs slowed my mind's downfall.

The thud of each footfall told the tale of each journey.

But the light through the leaves showed me the path.

Together our hands clutched at terms never used by those around us. Together we crafted from sand and dust the songs of the sea. Together we built an empire that none could breach. Together we laughed and loved as if the elixir would never run dry.

This is a poem about not very much, Not about Him, or Her, or that feather touch, Or meeting under bridges, when stars shine bright Running through storms for one illicit night.