Saturday, 28 September 2013

I kissed him
Underneath the overgrown branches
with thistles brushing our knees
Broke bread with her on a
table covered in years of pine cones
and rain
This place I wish to make a home
for what is home but a place
to love the ones we love
A heady mix of emotions
Excitement and trepidation
building new
sweeping cobwebs out of corners
Wishing to do it together
gathered and laughing
so it is not just my home
but walls stuffed with the
straw and love of many
I kissed him.
Dead flies strewn about the floor at our feet
Or did he kiss me?