“I wrap myself around you because I never want to let you go” JD Butler
I recognise, that you are as sensitive as I am emotional & I understand you more everyday. It makes a change to see your demons rear their ugly head, while you trust
yourself for the most part & you’re not as corrupt as you think you are, or broken. I’m attracted to your strength. You could never be corrupt, although you carry a weight
upon your shoulders, that I have only just begun to comprehend. I only learn from what you share, to compare & you will share as you see fit, when the smoke clears & you can look me in the eyes; present,
your true colours in all their glory, will remember that responsibility means letting go – surrender, your last great bastion of growth.
I wrap myself around you because I never want to let you go.
Christmas with family at lunch. loved
ones in spirit present. noticeable
some of us not our usual selves. all of us
a couple of weeks and months ago
father, mother, uncle, aunt, cousin
brother, sister, husband, wife, lovers.
love is in the air with a sombre undertone
changing and evolving. stronger
softer holding on
our spirit’s enquiring gently. hearts
like cedar louvres
lots of hugs and kisses
lots of smiles.
bull mastiffs lap attention unknowingly
giving of themselves. more
a small child asks for help to go wee’s
as children do. nona
chuckling as she leads her by the hand.
teenagers frolicking in the pool. glorious
unfettered minds and bodies celebrating
organic feijoa wine freshly squeezed it seemed. ripe
the sun in all of us.
pockets of people mingling. glasses
raised and table laden. giving thanks
quietly un-quiet mouths, eyes ,ears, skin
and something else. savouring
sustaining the living and life. gone
but not forgotten.
Lovers of pain and comfort, unconditional
with puppy dog eyes wide shut
Head on my stomach fur coat attired
foetal and like old things, worn
Moments and memories dispensed
a hairs breath between prickles
and whiskers tease
rubbing the shredded skin of dissociation
Thoughts escape, awakened
stirred and panting
Playful ball sports and eyebrows raise
Belly rubs and legs splayed
assuming the mould from in behind, the scene
anticipation hungry for food
Dependence in exchange for love
money in exchange for lust
No flea’s here, no blood,
no life-sucking thoughts here
Gods comfort wrap fur-lined with licky tongue
slobbering kisses of conversation
Done and dusted.