She wanted to be wanted; to be written about in a 'the world cannot end until I've kissed you' way. Not used like china, porcelain or clay; something to be shattered and shaped, slipped into the fire to bake. © Kristiana Reed 2018 Image credit.
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Home and Away
The horizon was every shade of blue and the field greens were blinding. The sky was grey but I was warm in dusty sunshine yellow. My stomach swooped and soared like the blackbird disappearing to my left. My head was foggy like the treetops between Winter and Spring. My heart was somewhere, out there. By … Continue reading Home and Away
Glistening concrete
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
She
She visited me tonight, pressed her hand against my heart, caught my breath in her palm and asked me if I felt, her anger, her apathy and dismay. She visited me tonight, pulled apart each knuckle and asked me how, many times I'd held your hand, then threatened to pin loss in my sides, … Continue reading She
Trains at night
I've learned to love the sound of trains at night. My heart used to quicken, as steel glided upon steel; accelerating with the wind buffeting plastic scratched glass of reflected faces in mustard light. The hum, has become my melody, accompanying scolding hot baths, twirling in a desk chair and walking between rooms, … Continue reading Trains at night
Wait
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.
Reminisce
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.
Settle
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
