Harbours are where we hide our eyes
A  mutual love of grey green sea
Legs stretched out, brick wall behind
We survey the differences
How your hands seem less sure
How  some silence is an alembic
I weigh up a resentful solitary boat
Rusting on its moorings
A forgotten oar left rotting
You are looking at your beer
It’s shining
The gods have sent  you some fire –
I am hurting
Tide slaps the pulleys
You hurt more
I feel yours more than mine

Yearning to watch you sleep.

VeronicaAldous 2016 all rights reserved


About Veronica Aldous

Writer and artist, Veronica is a lecturer is Fine Art and Creative Writing. Her first book of poems, 'Moon Cinema' is now available on Lulu.com. Now there is also 'Mortal' her second book.
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