day/poem 12

(this is possibly another unfinished one, and doesn't mean very much at all, but makes me smile all the same)

-- running circles --

i see your lips curve up

rise to one side like a swing

at full tilt

but no danger of it hurtling down

to where i stand

smiling back up at you

and my hips bloom

and my belly blossoms

til small children could walk behind me

on summer days

grateful for shade that billows

a me-shaped shelter

cool as hell

and this is how it was always meant

to be

no crazed saviours

or burning femme fatale

just the quiet craziness of the everyday

and you holding my hand as we

let our magnums melt onto diamond cut grass

and consider paddling

in the algae-clad duck pond