ODE TO A FIRST LOVE // POETRY

(Wrote this poem outdoors hence the trees in this photograph.)

Contortion of the limbs between our eyes

Fluorescent lightbulbs haunt the ceiling

Where cigarette smoke folds and collides

With the unseen forcefulness of youth

Precarious loiterer, trace the amethyst blade

Of my shoulder, move me through decades

Of shit music, short skirts and jelly shots

Where secrecy becomes instantly obliterated

Fragmentised picnics on velvet stars

Candle lit fighting, anxious kisses perused

Through the crepe paper of your skin, I am

Delighted I have been acquainted with your bones

Nose cringes against the hair gel and aftershave

Of a preadolescent puppet who admires the

Fading adaptation to trends and style

Drifting through life’s void asking no questions

The pounding of a heart stitches up my ears

Beads of water secrete through the pours

Of a wavering existence until all that

Remains is a beautiful extinction and stale coffee.