This one’s for you;
the hardest one to capture,
evasive of this black and white.
To pin you down on paper
would be to fetter your wild soul,
so for once I will be thankful
for this desperate lack of eloquence.
Swirling blonde and fabled blue,
impulsive laugh of liquid joy.
Memories of hot tarmac,
blackberries and lemons.
Sweet smoke,
train stations
and poetry on your
refrigerator door.
Eternal validation,
salvation.
This is what you are to me.





