Bleached Denim

Pretty words

And creaking leather

Fire-smoke

On bleach denim

The lingering scent of sandwood

Cements a love I know is good

 

 

Lose myself

In your essence

Swamped by the folds

Of your jacket

The warmth of breathing in your spice

Cements a love I know is nice

 

 

Console me -

The detatched embrace

The next best thing

The ghost of your touch

And in that touch I put my faith

To cement a love I hope is safe.

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A realy atmospheric poem. It flows well again and the theme of being with someone and wanting them to be the one. Love the first stanza.