So I sat:
Two green, one white;
Memory has gone as I can’t recall any romance.
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.
“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?”
“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.
She came out of the past to tease me.
My response was hot and fast.
“I want to sit on the beach with you,” she cried.
I did it alone, Moon lost in clouds.
Not even for fifteen minutes.
I do it alone, words spurting in a grasp of my reality.
Remember we are only a connection in Ceramics!