Still I'm not there yet, so here is my first poem in a while. 'Falling' it's the quiet feeling of falling asleep and falling in love.
Falling
Behind black-out blinds
The motorway growls in the night.
The blue and red flicker of an emergency
draw an outline of you.
The motorway growls in the night.
The blue and red flicker of an emergency
draw an outline of you.
I hand you my book
with the page bent down
and you take a final leaning step
into bed.
with the page bent down
and you take a final leaning step
into bed.
I say goodnight
with a kiss on your half-found mouth.
with a kiss on your half-found mouth.