My Own Circus Show

For the wedding,
And for the divorce.

Year 2010

Despite it all,
I could have been happy,
A quite happiness to be sure,
But happy nonetheless!

Year 2010

A story I would never tell my children
Of a white dress and kohl filled tears

And streets remaining still
A game of solitaire.

Today ..

Foggy sunshine
Blenched by skies which refuse to warm
Falls on tree leaves and hidden corners 

Rays of light

Re-ink the sky

Divorce!

This room in London

Could be my room back home

I am everywhere I look

2010

Thanks for the worst memories

They still haunt me to bed.

2010

A year of slow burn

Or maybe a liberation!

When swept with sunlight,

Your fully-naked, half-shadowed look
Pulls me closer
Squeezing the inch between us
Yourself to myself becomes a mystery.

Tell me you secrets,

Only those .. The far-from-frigid virgin!