I do not live close enough to the sea to hear this many seagulls, the circling squawks echoing through a red brick housing estate which only knows the waves of incoming traffic, which only knows sirens flashing red and blue. Nevertheless I am grateful for their song, their nails on chalkboard melody reminding me … Continue reading You, me, the sea
Without her, he forgets how to breathe; he becomes a shore which only says goodbye sending waves away with seafoam kisses, his arms are crossed and his chest tight, water pooling by his toes never reaching his knees. A lonely shoreline and distant horizon washed orange and blue until she takes his hands, kisses each … Continue reading Breathe with me
Rain burst through the clouds, ringing off roofs; the sudden delight and despair of a late night downpour. The clatter of water drowned my silence and almost, my sadness. My sadness, which by osmosis, had left my body into the sky, grew arms and melted, on return it cuddled me close, stroked my damp, … Continue reading Glistening concrete
The pitter patter of rain interferes with tyres, the roll of rubber I'm listening for, and as it swirls down the drain the only thing I can think of is calling out your name. © Kristiana Reed 2018 Image credit.
I want to listen to bird song and reminisce about love, about your touch. Hands which are presents to open, unwrapping each knuckle, finger and thumb. A tongue which unfolds like Christmas ribbon in my mouth, brushes my lips, a kiss. © Kristiana Reed 2018 Image credit.
I pulled the sheets forward tucked them into the sides stacked all the pillows and settled the cotton tide, then you fell onto the bed fidgeting your feet, rolling hills in the sheet left basking in sunlight, until tonight, when I saw where you'd laid and thought I'd never seen a bed, better … Continue reading Settle
The relief came in waves first with your breathing then with your eyes, sweet rainbow on your lips pastel kaleidoscope of peace across your face. Relief like summer rain in humid oppression, icy water on throbbing veins, a cold which tightens its grip, stationery then twists as your heart lifts. There is beauty, … Continue reading ‘You’re mine’