would save me
in the lifeboat
of your arms
and take me
to your cosy
little cottage
of fire and shells,
we could lie
in every morning
ignoring
the alarms
and never see
the workers
as they drive
to prison cells.
I knew that
you would see
beyond my shabby
outer self
and tears came
like boulders -
the harbour wall
cracking;
it had seemed
that we
were just left
on the shelf,
pretending
that nothing
could ever be
lacking.
We listened
to the sea,
lying naked
by the flame
and I was happy
to drown in
fathomless
eyes,
we turned
our two-backed
beast, on fortune
and fame
believing
their world
was nothing, but
lies.
Staithes, Yorkshire - click image to grow
