Love letter # 5
The afternoon light at this time of year – it is the colour of your splendour.
Like rattling up the hill in the old train, waiting outside for your flatmate to leave. Sneaking in. Springtime on the back porch. You right there. Me scarcely able to believe it.
Every year the flowers make me sneeze. Make me swoon.
Was that ever us? Beggars living on sunlight. Did you lie in the middle of the road and let me photograph you? Were you my star?
I remember your bare, painted toes. I can almost hear the sound of your blinking. Somewhere on my skin your fingertip traces – writing out the story; words like lovely scars. Memory is a curious calligrapher. I’m sure it exaggerates – but God it’s beautiful.
And then, when I play my guitar, I swear I can hear the sound of you dancing along, your breath in rhythm. Yes – you are the song of desire. Always will be.
There will never not be you – no matter how it seems. Winter is no refusal of spring.
I know that we once made beauty together – we still can. Tomorrow is ours to render splendid.
Would you like that?
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