By Katie Taylor from Isham
Those darkening skies.
in pockets, hunched, humming.
He turns to face me.
Ebony eavesdropping eyes.
Smouldering stalagmite stubble.
Stepping down the drive,
Drizzle trembling across our faces,
Our hands embrace.
lamps entangle our shadows.
Each enchanting encounter
the clouds tuck away the sun in
A golden glimmering bed,
Whispering tiny secrets to the nervous moon.
wind runs her faint feathery fingers
Through his liquorice locks.
Our faces luminous with laughter.
Living a dream.
the hill back home he holds me closer.
His happiness heats my hesitant heart.
the door we dwindle.
Drenched, he distributes a dewy kiss
On my clammy cheek.
night closes in,
Deteriorates into the darkness.
in the lunar light.
Lost in love.
Familiar drizzle and darkness.
Liquid daggers descend and dart down my face,
Shards of a shattered heart.