Ours

Ours was a love story told many times before.

How we found each other without looking and how it lasted for as long as it could.

I will always remember that corridor behind that green door in that quaint little city.

How we would both call it home for a year.

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The Mermaid and her Human Loves

At the edge of the deep green sea 

There lived a mermaid with auburn hair

Blue eyed, she was beautiful and fair

With a smile that could cut a man in half

And a heart of fire and glass.

She wore

a necklace

Five ivory

Sea-shells

each representing five lost loves.

For to fall in love with a human when you are part of the sea was forbidden and rare. There are mermen for that, her father would tell her.

The first human love was soft and kind, but when human lips met mermaid lips, death stole him for his own. 

The second was brave and bold, but he had a jealous heart and fought the mermen, hard. It does not do to fall in love with mermaids and the mermen took him soon enough.

The third would bring freshly plucked purple flowers every day and would place them at her green, enchanting tail. 

The fourth grew cold and impatient at her mermaid ways and moved away.

The fifth grew obsessed with the ways of the sea and he drowned.

The mermaid never really knew what happened to the third love, but strangely, once a year, she would find a lavender flower by her tail. The mermaid began to dream in vivid purple and she went mad with longing in the end. The years passed and when death visited her, she left with him gladly.

Her third love, in grief and madness, returned with a small boat made of pine wood and purple flowers. For many years, he sailed around the deep green sea in search of his mermaid love, scattering violet flowers into the waves as he went.

Midnight Blue

You were with me when I had my mid-twenties crisis

And cut off all of my hair

Even you could not save me from myself

I know you would try

Madness runs in my family, I’d say, laughing

A cherry stem between my teeth

Chunks of midnight hair in my hands.

The Flower

I was that little girl who would water dead flowers to try to bring them back to life

Who grew into a woman who would love and give too much.

Even now, I am sad when fresh flowers, vibrant and beautiful, die.

I think that was how you left me in the end. Unwatered and clinging to life. 

The Goddess and the Sailor Boy

The secrets of us were tucked between my ribs

With writings of love and loss and

inklings of passion, betrayal

The story of a goddess and a sailor boy

her palm pressed against the milky moon

How she tried to keep him close with incantations

But always knew he belonged to the waves of the sea

and there was no keeping him from it

The goddess was seasick but the sailor was free.

The Wild Girls

The wild girls run

With Hellhound hearts

and pretty boys who did not stand a chance

Whiplash kisses

and mistakes they held like trophies

All the things you’d say to make them stay

The come-to-bed eyes, the bottles of gin, used matches

an Intoxication anomaly but

There is fire in you yet, your mother said,

Do you remember? That guilt you never wore again.

With Him

With you,

 

I didn’t write for a whole year Because I was so happy 

La la la In pretty dresses

My Sunday best

Your arms wrapped around me like a fuzzy cocoon

I didn’t want to wake up.

 

I wrap myself in blankets now

I traded dresses for trousers

I don’t wear much makeup anymore

I am starting to think it was all for you

 

Perhaps it’s all just a transaction in the end

 

But maybe now 

I will make my own cocoon 

And I will stop waking up at 3am  

wondering how a pillow replaced your chest.

 

By Night

By night, the map of your body

is like the warmth of sunlight on my hands.

I swear

I could,

with     dancing    fingertips 

trace your outline continuously

Until insanity      

came for me.

Chess Piece Lover

Before the move;

Ape, murmur, obey.

I am twin of your voice

Mirror it

 

What a shame I wear day

As though I were insane,

You obedient with moves, bold echoing

motions, image, moods

 

Until you rock the enemy

Then you move

The chess piece starter

 

How incredible

to be grown, sensible,

whilst I maddening.

 

 

 

 

 

Love Equations

Our Love pencil smudged.

How you could not help but make it anything but mathematical,

How I could not help but hate you for it.

Our Tracing paper love ripped

Your logical brain and  my rubber heart a useless eraser,

Erase-her

Did she feel how I feel?

Will you keep on the straight and narrow

don’t you dare pencil me out now

and fall in love with the point of the compass

whilst detesting my soft projector  curve,

Was I too woman for you?

The sharp  point of your own silver compass, cold and piercing,

How I would always come back to you, scratched,

my heart a fistful of crumpled equation paper.

How I would try to multiply and add whilst you would divide and

subtract our relationship.

How you could never quite let me go.

So go ahead, Tell me Again,

Tell Me you love me 360 degrees.