Balloons

We kiss

            And I squeeze out

My lungs

            Into her own

And fill her

            With my thoughts

Picked up

            By my breath

Delicate as paper

And then

She bursts

And her skin

            Falls

            Down

And I cannot smell

            The morning’s coffee

                        Passive smoke

                        Fermented conversations

                        Loss

She is only skin

                        Again

She is only colour

            Torn open

She was always wrong

She was never right

            For       My red thoughts

                        My blue thoughts

                        My yellow thoughts

                        My white thoughts

                        My orange thoughts 

                        My green thoughts

                        Me

She is nothing now, but I think of her lips

            Lashed together with ribbon

And I remember how we argued so often

            You and I

And we shouted our love and hate

Into my passing breath

Into my mistress’ lips

                        Lashed to you

                                    Together with ribbon

Two halves of an argument

Red

And blue

Bouncing

Together 

 

You don’t know

What I told her.

My love.

            My loss.

What I whispered into her lips

                                    With my breath
                                    What I lament with the sharp tip of my pen