Eden

I found my bliss 

Heading south on the A23

She’s a rollerskate

He’s a magnet 

Like the easy way 

Water slides down your throat. 

 

Me, a pearl of existence 

Gently cooking in this black car 

Heat. From July. Discomfort 

In the way my baths

Are always stifling. 

 

A glissando of tyres 

Droning down to the coast 

Under a weatherless sheet 

Of baby blue skin. 

 

Pure like that new dress 

Before I pour it on me 

Wine on it. 

 

A moment as sweet 

As a fingertip’s touch 

Inside my elbow. 

 

Diesel. Heaven. Light heart. 

 

Just before 

The fall of Sunday.

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Bryony Partridge

Tue 23rd Aug 2022 12:17

Thanks Keith - glad you enjoyed it! 😌

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keith jeffries

Tue 23rd Aug 2022 09:12

Great imagery and much to ponder on as the scene painted is strangely familiar. The third stanza is superb.
Thank you for this
Keith

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