you are like a companion in the days of dark.
you comfort me when I can hear the singing lark.
but most of all,
you are a reason to live,
to see the hopeful future
and my past mistakes I can learn to forgive.
– a best friend in the sky
“I looked upon the sea, it was to be my grave”
I am in in London,
I am longing for the sea.
The truth of the sea,
(relentlessness of it,
inevitability of it).
Cancel my prescription,
take me to her.
Salt. On tongue, on skin.
But it’s never enough, somehow,
like catching that whiff of petrol,
we are wild in a quest for more of it.
This exquisite stench of real life,
like the way the room smelt when the dog gave birth –
These are the things which remind us that we are not much at all.
Chopped waves, white and brown, slap the slanted wall,
with green sea spit and slime,
that you weren’t allowed to climb
because “you will fall!”
Oh, but to fall?
To slide down under a wave and stay there?
That’s coming home,
when you realise
what has been lacking.
It’s just like this:
When I was a child, crying, and the nursery teacher held me against her chest.
When she spoke, I heard the insides of the words.
Do you understand?
They were louder.
Eyes like promise,
lips like Satan,
like a whisper
the promise of pleasure
Looking into your face is like looking into water
that shine from the surface
A glow you can’t measure
you just treasure
as your eyes get drunk
gulping down that trace
that somehow, impossibly
shines off your face.
I wish I could touch your body
Because your face already sold me a dream.
– Georgia Cassidy