‘Inflation Precipice’, fearmongering headlines.
‘Death, be not proud’, poetry.
‘Love island TV’, pixelated zoo’s
‘COVID here to stay’, reality.
‘Zhengzhou & New York flooding’, nature’s frustrations
my ultra-HD blinkered VPN
can only identify: clear skies - obstinately
in each, bleak horizon
they’re trying to bludgeon us with.
Divisive warmongering, polarising politics
as all-consuming lead story, tannoy vomit
yet, all me and you care about
are scrolling footnotes
of tomorrow’s, weather forecasts.
‘No rain!’ We text – in sync
let’s head to that spot, we talked about
we’ll break out, to break-in
those new matching t-shirts, we dyed ourselves
excitement, in every notification
‘no you, hang-up’
as our daily nightcaps
grinning wide, at 6am
like, it’s a mandatory requirement.
Sweetness of life, in each ‘Woosah’
of attraction’s meditative, tingly skin
and these are just, preview highlights
we’re back, at each other’s side.
I see you, waiting
by your doorstep
smiling, I park
far too close to the kerb, and wave
even before you close the car door, we hug
got our priorities: right;
I let my eyes, serenade you
with a million love poems
‘stop it’, you blush: ‘never!’ I promise.
as passing sirens, accompany
blaring obscenely, alarmingly
we still hear every syllable, shared
in our engrossing conversation
about, work stresses and lunch breaks;
hair - like personality, let-loose
we’re vibing, gliding
with no need for music’s
Later, as I hold you tight
you ask about: Time
I whisper a lover’s, reply
one more minute, just
one more blink
one more, synchronised
Let’s cherish - us
my Truth, my Escape, my Love
in these moments of sweetness;
no words - just lips
and nourishing warmth, seeping deep
© L. B. Mek