Comet

SOC Writing _ 15.9.21

Comet

Shot past me missed in the dead of night – star light, bespangled sky and you asleep under white sheet pale, porcelain skin – a gleaming beauty – in sadness with dark eyes and hair – loved on my by me in the longest stare. We have come to a place know by others as love – long lost, wistfulness - days wiled away as yet there were none of them – when will I awaken from this dream – this turning – of my life towards life – wonder wife – knife covered with chocolate splots – yes you had it perfect until I interfered – you are perfect and I will interfere – changing nothing of your innate perfection in every moment – as it must be – as you and I call it be to – led me up the hill to the half moon – you knelt and I gazed at the stars – to each our own – the celestial guide for me was always a bright star – or a collection – a constellation they call it – and ever more – you have my attention – all night it is you my mushroom blood calls attention to - transfixed by my inner blight – of insecurities untethered – the hole waiting to be soldered back together – but instead I push the hot poker way past the covering into the holy of holies – into the way your eyes fill with water as my soul fills with wonder. I wonder what people will think – clearly I have moved on from that – but here it is: my true love for you - arising from my north star – calling forward days ahead of their making – making time with you fly – always ahead of ourselves – we are ahead of the game in this fun filled amusement park of ourselves, giddy little children with candyfloss eyes – round and round merrily as we find our way through the river of life of this – boat we built to cast its way through storms, upturns – and made to carry a whole family – a community of love – nourished by us – by what we built on – solid ground from the very beginning – foundations set in the shame pain blame game and then fished out the moon from the bottom of our well – and blessed it – lifted it up and gazed it into the sky with our joy of beauty – each other and this bewitching time.