Blue Boy

a poem for my first love.

Blue Boy

One night there was luminous ocean
I saved this time capsule, buried 
on moors rich with peat, 
far, far from the sea.

A chosen place that still whispered
in old norse, where my first fingernail-full 
uncovered runes. Not far from the hill
we quaffed cheap wine 
and ate fat soaked chips.

This secret is ours alone, 
but even he doesn’t  know where 
I hid it, he never needed bliss
like I did. 

That night I could smell the moon
on his north carved mouth
and salt, as if we both wept raw
like the coast.

Opening, gulping, weeping,

his face full of refracted light.
the amazement of being together.
Awash with sparks, 
his effervescent body
moved like a swell. 

I tried to see the shape of plankton
but I could only see him 
illuminated in their shimmy.

Blue boy with a mohican 
black as night-rock.

(image from the National Geographic)

To write of love is my very favourite thing. How full it feels to love, even with the pain of it the ache of adoration blossoming in the heart and then out through the fingertips. that night we made love on a beach that looked just like this and swam in the ocean as blue sparkling beings of light.

If you loved reading this I am smiling!! please consider letting me know by commenting, restacking or recommending me! and if you are having a flush week imagine we are together and I am sitting across from you in a cafe gifting these words to you and you get up and pay for my coffee….and I say thank you very much!