The Outlier

About these things I harbour

When it comes to you.

Nothing within me has changed.

That longing still exists.

Those yearnings all yet persist.

The pull of your skin to mine.

The clear and certain gravity

Between your heart and mine.

So please know love that

Under the bridge.

But the bridge

It’s made of wood

And it’s old and full of rot.

One knows it’s not safe

To cross any more.

An opportunity for

A simple plan.

Feral intentions

From the everyday

Only to be lost

Of Deja vu.

A muscle memory

Extra sensory

Salvation

Her

Saviour

Nor

Her redemption.

Nothing

More or less

Than her

Safe harbour

Where she

Can weather

Any storm.

Take her

Time

To heal

To grow

To reclaim

All she

Ever was.

To discover

Of the things

You thought

You sought

Only to train

In vain

To find those

Needs fell

Down to rot.

As life and time

Moved on

And changed

As did you,

Nothing remained

Static or constant

Though none

He can’t fight

The gravitational pull

That draws him in

Eternally to her

Any resistance would be

Born of futility

Under the stars and moon.

The fire burns low

And our tongues both

Taste of the Irish Whiskey

We’ve been sipping since noon.

Our eyes and bodies

Say every little thing

Our lips and hearts hold back.

It’s time we step closer

The thunder

The heavy rain.

The violent

Nature of it all

Mirror this

Hearts refrain

Of a brutal love