By Christopher

Dreaming, I heard you shuffle beside me

Just 6 pm and after dark, ‘will you stay?’

‘Hello, my love’, ‘make yourself a cup of tea’

‘Be here while I sleep’; I slip quietly away

Memories: Musee l’Hospice Comtesse, 1237, I was free,

Rijksmuseum, Rembrandt in Amsterdam; a pleasure to be

Statues; two golden camels, two wood ducks, a Labrador

Balanced photographs; myself, friends, lovers and loves

Coloured beach stones in  a transparent jar by the door

CD’s, Vinyl, Encyclopaedia Britannica, heavy on the shelves

Who was I then? ‘No War For Oil’, ‘Give Peace A Chance’

‘Disturbing signs of haves & have-nots’, the chimp’s dance

Rubber ducks tell me a tale from the bathroom rack

My mirror; look, those sparkling eyes, but craggy faced

That poster from Montmartre, come back, come back

Picture, a smile from 1893, ‘The Gaiety Girl’, corset laced

I am almost silent, eyes closed, shallow breath in bed

You are here with me, now sharing what’s not said

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