Memory foam

 

I sink into you

like memory foam,

it’s like you've never been away,

like the story didn’t end.

I feel at home,

when you hold me this way,

and I’m dreaming.

Oooh could this be

Heaven,

or hell on earth?

For my heart is melding

itself into a mistake.

 

I shouldn’t be here,

I shout inside my mind.

I scream to get out,

before I fall blindly

into the imprint

of all those bad times,

but my lips stay silent

as yours seek mine.

 

I sink into you

like memory foam,

and you walk over me

like you always do,

but for a second

I don’t mind.

The way you hold my hand,

the way you say

something kind.

The way you lie.

It feels like home.

And I stay silent

as your lips seek mine.

 

I shouldn’t be here.

The memory foam

moulds all those years,

into a crater of heartbreak,

that my fingers struggle to climb.

It holds so many layers,

all those tears.

All the ways I was cut down.

All the ways

you sowed doubt inside.

So, I walk outside

and leave yesterday behind.

Moonlit symbolism

 

Our hearts could meet

in the place that sits

at the edge of a dream.

That seat of all imagination,

underneath a sky filled with

tangerine sunsets

and violet melodies.

Where primrose hillsides

melt into the floral forests

of emerald sweet citrus trees.

Blessing us with a kiss and

all the sweetest memories that please.

 

I would give my heart,

every single beat,

to make this exist.

In every dream I see it.

Your loving glow

eclipsing the day

in perfect

moonlit symbolism.

 

The true beauty of life,

the gifted wisdom

of stardust's greatest

creation. Leaves me in elation

at the revelation that you exist

in the same time and space as me.

 

We could

find new fields

for love to run free.

A new playground

for our hearts to take hold.

If you just say the word,

I’ll be waiting before the clocks

can tick any closer to infinity,

before these locks turn their keys

on this hope that dwells within me.

 

We could take

the intergalactic highways

and feel the space winds

rushing through our thoughts.

Let love play in the galaxies

finest waterfalls

that flow like the hair

over the curves of your face.

Make love under

the ever-watchful eyes of the moon,

and as she shies away,

we can let love bloom

into something new.

Something bigger

than me and you,

empowering us

with the flowering truth

of what life can be,

if we tune out the frequencies

that keep us down.

Clear blue hope

 

In that liminal space

I’m not longer he who was

nor he who will be,

I’m in between a dream

and a moment of clear fidelity.

I still hold the anchor of yesterday

tied to my feet,

a weight I’ve been

tethered to for so long,

but now I see relief,

if I just break those chains

and set my mind free.

 

If I wave my arms frantically

through the static of

those dredged-up memories,

as it tingles my fingers,

and I feel the darkness of its energy,

the way it shivers

and vibrates the very air,

creating a barrier

from happiness, with a field of fear.

If I wave it away

it will soon dissipate

and I’ll be left in the clear

blue hope of a new day.

 

But if I let the fear

eclipse my sun,

if I hide who I am,

if I shade myself

from everyone,

then I’ll just become

a shadow

in the dark, invisible,

with just a broken heart.

But I know

that you will be

the phosphorus spark

that lights up the day, 

and realigns the parts

that I left so broken on

the crest of a dream,

and the days will be

so much brighter

than we have ever seen.