You saw me, even then you knew me back when no one saw me I kept no one around who might know me I, too, was in my infancy twenty-something and far from knowing much in any real way at all
Still, somehow, you found me brought books of Blake to the shop we worked we’d sit and read together on the varnished wooden counter your summer dress hanging from you like a sail we’d admire the crazed paintings taste those verses on our tongues
Books of Blake we stood before and poured our minds all over you said I ‘didn’t know how to do what I was doing’ I ‘didn’t know how to love who I was loving’ the cheek of it! the incisiveness…
And you’d tell me of the bottle of wine you drank in the bath, the night before as the water grew cold around you cleverly planting images that I’ve not shaken to this day (all these years on)
You were a lush and tranquil island in the sea of my stupidity you were the first mind I truly connected with
And I still rue the day you slipped through my fingers growing cold around me then gone forever…
There exists a God in your body a deity in you, somewhere All who look upon you, they become detached from what they thought they knew from what they understood before And so begins the free fall… into a deep and glowing love for you
You are a carrier, spreading the seed of this great ailment throughout With each bat of each lash you do and with that smile and slow sure dance your words are bursting in my ears And so begins the free fall… into a deep and shining love for you
Thanks for reading.
Note: written into my phone in a club in Oxford early 2008.
Image Credit: Image is a still from the excellent film ‘Victoria‘ 2015.