Saturday, 16 February 2013

Day Sixteen - #WoPoWriMo - Tomorrow


we will go walking,
you and I,
by the water, under brave old skies,
we will walk
and watch
the cotton-wool clouds, as they gather,
rolling by

in a instant,
a moment of grace,
and I will call it a talisman
to keep
you safe, when the diamonds
and sapphires
all fall from the heavens,
you and I will compound
a meeting
of elevens as our foreheads
touch over lunch -

and the daisies
and buttercups
all held and bunched, together,
will make a fist
of never,
and all the leaves
of February
will be cradled
as if they meant

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