For Debbie

For Debbie


I want to wake again

and reach with tender arm

to find you there beside me.


I want to lie in early half-light

listening to the songs of birds

and your gentle zephyr purring.


I want to stroke your dreaming face

brush your cheek with a lover’s kiss

and taste again your sleep-stale breath.


I want to hide my head in

the pillow bought to help you sleep

and feast my senses with lavender.  


I want to stretch out on your half

of the flesh warmed bed you stepped from

to make coffee in the kitchen.


I want to duet your falsetto

‘Just One Cornetto’ and glimpse you naked

through frosted glass and shower steam.


I want to see you in my baggy shirt

below your knees

humming pop songs ironing.


I want to know if when you paused, and then resolved

to brave the corkscrew lane

beyond where streetlights run


did you make a final fleeting turn

look back, bite your lip,

and think of us?

◄ That York

Crematory Pensées ►



Thu 20th Sep 2018 19:16

Thanks Taylor :)

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Taylor Crowshaw

Thu 20th Sep 2018 12:50

Full of depth and emotion. Lovely poem..😃

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