merefield house
I passed daily
headphones in, tinder box resonating
not overly lush, mansion void but ample as posh
like an apple a day it was, for my own health's stride
never persimmon, i'd never go for that
not me, but your mortar is desired. the feels
something about you merefields about me too
I don't usually wish for the extravagance
your home, building built (for me in mind I pretend) I admire
I watched inside two point four
cereal boxed family
"morning darling
two sugars?"
I'd stand
I'd watch
every day on my two mile walk to
education? If you could call it.
*
Then pacifying my memory
"I'll get it for you one day..."
when I showed him, drunk one night
made him walk those miles
miles for me
miles wavered for him
understanding lost on his behalf
but he will try anyway
and he will bring 'home' home for me
mere or not...
merefields to date
merefields for me
and we will have our cereal box
family?
but
consumption of love
entwined in each other
will it
will it abide
can we give ourselves to another?
not each other, there we claim selfish
two point four...
my whole body aches for you
and that's just it
'Rita'
maybe one day...
until then merefields
my field
the only field I ever want to lay upon is yours
his
is you
I tell them I don't do this well, but in actual fact we do this just perfectly.
