Trafalgar

Felt like high-fiving myself today at Trafalgar Square. Right place at the right time with my finger firmly on the shutter release.

.

You talk, of the things that make you feel nothing 
and the things that make you feel everything

I have no words, you have stolen them all with your honesty

And I wonder if there can ever be anything more cruel

than a kiss that follows the blow

Untitled

Listening to the voiceless vowels of your heart; the swoosh and rush and squeeze

How different it sounds to all the other hearts my ear has searched for in hollowed chests that rise and sink like delicate birds dipping into still water for fish; I imagine the flutter of their wings much like the sounds of your heart

It stuns me, this heart of yours that can love me by crowding its chambers and pushing them empty again

Pushing empty to reach this island

Sucking in to break this gleaming surface

It stuns me to think that it speaks to me like this, as if I could understand the whisperings of its tender bruised walls

Beat, beat, beat and paddle the shallow waters that separate us

Burn your bridges and find your kin

In a chest much like yours