Skin
Posted on 10th August 2021 at 14:35
I can sit next to him and a thousand words cascade
A waterfall that does not know it will arrive in a basin
Instead my internal rest place only knows a cascade
He can sit next to me, I see him
And he is the leaves unfathomed by the breeze
He is at peace inside his skin
He smiles at me - as I break our silence for the 20th time
Ever patient ever present
Like the curve just at the base of his neck
Which I tuck into when I wake up in the middle of the night.
I learnt about rip tides when I was 13
The strange calm water that sits like an inviting pathway between the waves
And yet is not
It is what I know about still.
Still is the skin of catastrophe.
I break silence like a heart beat
Du dum “and if you”
Du dum “what do you think of”
Du dum “won’t somebody please tell
Me I’m not alone”
Du dum “if I talk will it stop you shouting”
Du dum “I don’t want to be my mother’s umbrella any more - ever available in case the rain comes”
Du dum “did you ever know how beautiful you are when you are sitting quietly”
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