I can’t tell you yet
It would be too soon
Our perfect day could veer astray
As we glide up to the moon
Sharing three days and nights
in a far sparkling field
Corking the inkwell of my lips
Is fear of so fast a yield
And of chasing a dream
That has tripped me before
The knowing you’re going
Forms a hard mental floor
But…
I feel a warm bubble rise
Blasting open my heart
Gazing into deep eyes that
Kick-start something bright
A potent wine unmixed:
Her voice honey warm
Wild cheshirecat grin
Atop an athletes broze form
There’s an ease in us both
Like hangdoggin’ off rock
Heart in my mouth
But no tremor of work
This flame cradles my past
And my hopes to unfold
So I whisper those words
Silent inside, but still bold
Unspoken, unspilled until
We meet again fresh
To see what we see
Before you fly away west.
Joe Blogs, Tues 30th Jan ’24