The Shape of Love

Last night The shape of love Made from the creases of bed linen that I now smooth with an arc of my palm, Gather and dissolve in an instance, whilst Last nights’ secrets giggle in the shadows To wait out the dawn Yesterday as we ran barefoot Through the surf; painting our noses with the foamy Brine, me brushing the taste of summer from your lips all the While watching your eyes watch mine - I could feel the drum beat of your heart That changed some small little part Within me Even as I sit here in the dark, your Goodbye no longer ringing in my ear, the memories Slow, unwilling to fade along With the suns last, sad flush They say nothing lasts forever Although love is not nothing Love is the sand I shook from your towel The dry salt I wiped from your brow and In the words I failed to tell, yet Women came and went – mostly Went Nonetheless I can still feel the drum beat of your heart Here - as I smooth with an arc of my palm, The creases of bed linen Made from the shape of love When a man loves a woman (man only contest) - Poetry Contest 31 August 2015