Anna

So I sat:Anna P 20160225_191810

Two green, one white;

Memory has gone as I can’t recall any romance.

Celtic Firebrand?

We walked this world together hand in hand a long time ago.

I feel you.

“Would you like dinner in Liverpool?”

Surface sex surfaces.

It was not in my plans, she said.

“Maybe I will consider it?”

She lapsed, unconvinced.

The new waves wash away my new life.

Domingo?

“Did you go to Mass Peter?”

Of all the blessed saints they got me!

No I did not go.

“Down to the Friary then!”

I waited for a blimp of Christs virgins.

They didn’t come.

“Why do they do that Dad?”

Mother answered.

“They have faith.”

I looked across the river to the land beyond.

No desire to visit.

“I have faith in myself,” I suggested.

Consternations and shock.

“Rebellious half-wit”

She came out of the past to tease me.

“Show me!”

“Show me!”

My response was hot and fast.

“I want to sit on the beach with you,” she cried.

Late night.

I did it alone, Moon lost in clouds.

No stars.

Not even for fifteen minutes.

“Alone?”

She worries.

I do it alone, words spurting in a grasp of my reality.

Remember we are only a connection in Ceramics!

IMG_1213Om.

Nama.

She.

Via.

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