Loving removes faults
from those you love;
it acquires the aura
of a velvet glove
...
Cleats stack
tangled in red-flaked ruin
tight against the harbour wall;
useless chains snaking
...
Missing
Loving removes faults
from those you love;
it acquires the aura
of a velvet glove
Soft and treasured
your love held me together,
though there were moments
of stormy weather
when perfection did slip.
But perhaps I was the one
that caused the un-accustomed blip.
Who knows.
I remember
consequential kisses.
That is something my life really misses.
But not as much
As inconsequential kisses.