We made a commitment unseen by all but the falling leaves. Tumbling cascades of russet blessings, it was all we needed. Married before nature, we swore to the woodland faeries, animals and flowers that like roots for their trees we’d support each other forever. ‘Lifelong,’ we whispered, then fluttered away.
In any other world, we would have been lovers
Plucked from the same ripening tree.
If obstructed, we’d have twined our vines about them,
Throttled those who’d deny us our destiny,
Leapt towards the light unrestrained.
Nothing would have prevented the inevitable,
For life itself would have driven us on;
It had to, you see.
In any other world, any other time,
Any other realm but this, we would,
But it isn’t and we aren’t,
And regrets won’t make it so.
We captured the wind
All that we were and would be
In breathless moments
We dreamt of the moon on a cool, winter’s night
Whilst others were quaking, we saw the light
A piece of space pie served in the sky
Where stars were sprinkled sugar twinkling on high
And a comet was trailing some fast-dripping cream
It made me so hungry, our beautiful dream
But glittering brightly the sky never knew
That all I was dreaming was of kissing you
And though it did twinkle, wink and entice
On that winter’s evening, you were my slice
The big day came too soon. As Doctor Peterson unravelled Kira's bandages, her hand gripping mine tight like a vice, the worries of our unusual romance intensified. I didn't know her, and she didn't know me. Would we still love each other without the solidity of the hospital to hold us together? It was a heady mixture of fear and expectation. But, with each onion skin layer of removal, Kira's breathless panting increasing, I realised the bandages made no difference. Yes, I loved the woman beneath. And, yes, I always would. We were just being introduced for a second time, and I couldn't wait to meet her.
We left as lovers lost in a storm of unkempt emotions. Such was the way with the hurricane and the wind. We blew across the world elemental in our excesses. We didn’t care; we were free. Like bottled cyclones, we span around in translucent circles, the world at our feet and the sky out of reach. We tried though. We tried.When the tears came like a storm of all our losses, from us both, yes, us both, I faltered. You smashed against the barriers like the tempest you were, whilst I blew out. Not a breath had I left by the end, not a one. Home was my last gasp. Infinity were your gusts. We were incompatible really; I know that now. The hurricane and the wind, two that were one, they called us. We just never knew it until we’d both blown away.
We climbed the same hill we had on our first date. Our friends had said it weird to spend our first few hours together sweating our way up a mountain, our little knapsacks bobbing up and down like ducks on our backs. We didn’t care, we were already in love.
I remembered the stile offset at a peculiar angle as though it was yesterday. I had to twist my hips, never a good thing for a man who’d played way too much sport, whereas Caroline took it without even slowing. She was always limber.
The trail grew steeper as if to punish those who’d dared make it this far. I huffed. Caroline puffed. We made it though. We always made it, one way or another.
It was so quiet near the summit I thought the world had fallen asleep. Not a bird in the sky to ruin the mood. Even the trickling streams seemed to have dried for the day. We crested the last rise to a vista of all-encompassing beauty. Nature rolled out before us like an unmade duvet exuding the same comforting patches of warmth. I breathed deep. We both did. Caroline turned and smiled. I returned her gesture with all the kindness I could muster. It wasn’t enough, but at least we’d tried.
We returned to our separate cars in the same silence we’d left them, shook hands and drove away. Such was our life together, polite and purposeless. It’d never be quite the same though. Good.
Not meant for constraint
Her words struck me
Like a murder of butterflies
The gentlest kill
Brushes to the lips
And a dusting to each cheek
Beautiful, some called it
A delicate touch
Then like the chrysalis
She’d emerged from
Winter coming early
The season of chills
Yet, still, I searched
And found her cocoon
Her empty husk
Lodged in my dreams
With the memories of others
Empty, they dangled
Just butterfly echoes
Lost in time
Tinkling their own tunes
Sunrise and sunset
Like candles in a window
Your eyes meeting mine
The light at the end of time
For us it burns eternal