You eased my sparkly
ladybird purse into your back pocket
sliding me a secret smile:
a language of colour and light
I collected the glints and dimples
you showed me on the winter nights.
They kept the chill from my fingers.
Your friendship: gloves
around the hands of time
For us only:
the nights spent pushing words up hill
severing gasps of cold air.
For us only the parallel
sleeping and curve of acceptance
We were irridesent particles:
syllables kaleidoscoped between us
our bodies merging mist
fragments forming a whole
Music held messages in its lyrical fist
unfurled just for us.
When Take That sang Magic
my inner smile curled up
as you danced to the colours of the rainbow
lollopop happy
was being unloaded
from your lorry on my mums fronts.
Yawning from a late night talking scribble
and boxing up promises
The living-flame flecking your eyes
pinking our cheeks
Alone I paint the questions
that sting my eyes
you slowly rub your fingers
through the still wet paint
The ladybird laments
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