Poem 91

And the lost photo on the wall, 

the one with autumn leafs

framing a love that's true.

Though how could you know

I was shattered inside,

for it was me 

who gave you the Poet's eyes

And to day through a window,

you saw a world outside 

and cried at knowing it's why

And in this room, 

you stood still 

while I drew a line, 

all around you,

upon its wall,

of written paint

And from your Lips

A fume of smoke,

Laced in ecstasy

from are fuck,

that was tied so well.

And then after a breath 

with a rest 

and before the park,

and your hand deep in mine,

and a glass of finest wine,

which we raised 

and stained, that sunset red

It was then, that I said

        “did you know,

         wherever you go,

         you will, be there”.

And you smiled 

just as a Cheshire cat,

and then you were no longer there,

and then the blossom in your hair,

fell silent to the ground

and I saw it was true.