Something Softer Than Flowers

Something Softer Than Flowers

It’s December 2016, and we pack these winter blossoms

into bento boxes, whispers of potential

to warm these bones, worn as a wish

but later wrapped as a promise.

You profess you cannot understand poetry

so brave the words in plain sight, born of longing

for a lighter spring, a bold leap towards belonging

to the flow of the seasons and folded limbs.

‘More fun’, you said, ‘more time’, list reasons to celebrate

our intertwining lives and smile at the story so far.

The story; so far.

First Date

First Date

Her eyes anxiously scanned the crowds

and fixed on you

with smile sounding

like sunshine on welcome skin

with added pinch of luck

for coming to know him

as their nerves shook hands

whilst lips curved

and eyes danced

barely looking down

her heart opened its doors

knowing it had already found

a new way to be free

in the way his heart met hers

wanting her to see

how love preaches its sermon

in the palm-sized

but still so powerful it can

smart your cheeks rosy

in unbroken joy

all the way home.