Sometimes Things Just End.

It’s been two years, since we slept like
lovers hands intertwined, laced together
as if stitched with thought.
Since sunlight pierced the scene of ash trays
spilling, morning sweat pooling in our curves,
Your breasts on my back.

Your breasts in the bath gathering suds while
I'd mash the mash, stir the gravy and sing along to
‘I Love to Love' by Tina Charles;
Then clink to us, on a sunday,
‘To us’, just because.

Not once, to us, did it all appear TOO loving,
Not in the bath together, soft soaping the 
weekend away, not when you would wake me,
crawl into bed naked with pubes I would joke-
looked like ‘a fucking scouring pad’ 
then have the best sleep I've had in a long while
no, not once did I think

'We care too much’, well, I suppose we didn’t; we loved
London too much and the boys that kept us there.
So when we finally left and packed our feelings away,
Sellotaped tears shut, I never once had to say:

Eleanor - I don’t love you too much, though it
hurts like I do, I love you just enough and that
house, your breasts, the bathroom, our
indecision, and lack of charm for anyone else but
each other - are scenes and words just pointless.

Because all this reminds me 
though things end, I can dance with the memory of
Tina Charles and your red wine tongue on a Sunday 
and nothing, is as indestructible as that.

◄ Orange County.

Comments

Kate G

Sat 2nd Mar 2019 01:34

It feels like you made a little window for people to peer in on your love. Private moments made beautiful. Wonderful.

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Ged Thompson

Sat 2nd Mar 2019 00:40

I really like this

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Andy N

Thu 20th Nov 2014 10:35

my favourite of yours probably so far, charlotte. enjoyed all of it, but has such a strong opening in particular. excellent stuff.. really drew me in

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Mon 17th Nov 2014 13:33

This is very strong, pelting forth in a torrent of feelings and thoughts that don't require 'organisation' - just expression. Life is often like that: honesty is muddled, but intense.

I enjoy your style - your turns of phrase like 'soft soaping the weekend away' - super.

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Patricia and Stefan Wilde

Fri 14th Nov 2014 18:59

these types of sexual carryings on,should not be allowed,unless members of the walking dead can join in! any chance of borrowing that 'scouring pad'..? Mr W's centre piece has suddenly started spurting cream-wonder why?...;o)

joking apart....excellent piece!xx

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