Bye-Lingual

I found you by accident,
I didn’t follow no trace
I wasn’t looking
 

I was free flowing
through each day
each breath
day by day, night by night
 

When I found you,
my heart stopped
and started again,
a sort of reset
 

When I found you
my wedding ring finger tattoo
reminded me
of my sobriety from these
heart-and-brain numbing
loves
 

When I found you
/ or maybe /
when you found me
my heart reminded me:
this is what it should feel like
 

Molière would call it Amour
Shakespeare might call it profound like
 

I’m bye-lingual,
don’t know what I could
call it
 

Considering societal norms,
and thunderfucks
 

C’est d’ici
que je m’enmerde
 

So for now,
je t’aime

Tonight, the Sun

Tonight –
even the sunset
its colours, the clouds,
and the wind

try to lead me to you

they all point
towards you

it’s like
they all know
about you
and I

it’s like
they know
how your lips
take me elsewhere
somewhere far from here

tonight,
after it kept me
company, the reddish
sun went down and hid
after a while

 

 

kinda like you

Rosé

we are of shattered glasses
and broken dreams
wicked lovers and rose coloured
glasses

we are a part of your broken dream
shattered and wicked
like your rosé sipping
lover

we are a part of a wicked love
rosé fuelled and maintained
we need our glasses to see
clearly

we’re clear about it now
who knows if it’s a broken dream
between our rosé sips and lovers
lovely lips

 

(June 2021)