Monday, 8 October 2012

I loved her like..

I loved her the way the sun hit the city. 
How it's pink light burned 
On the symmetry of façades,
The boiling hole in the clouds 
Where my eyes met the white heat of my heart. 

I loved her with the music of water 
From the wind on rainy pavements. 
I loved her like a furious pallete 
Of acrylics, the colour of words 
On my ethanol tongue. 

I loved her like a whisky, 
A fire of richness on my lips. 
I wanted to drink from her slowly, 
To swallow her malt age 
In the damp and the dark, 
To feel her copper waters drench 
The dry earth of my mouth, 
And warm my lungs with 
The after-taste of her flames.

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