late lovesong

I craved to feel this kind of love, 

anchored into my inside 

with the clarity of water. 

your eyes speak of a visceral honesty;

you hold your head in truth, and carry light in   

the depths and spasms of this tired world.

I knew you’d be mine. 

into you my darkness I can pour

for you understand. 

yet in your palms kindness is carved

and your soul lugs the stories of a foreign place

scorched by an apricot sky.

I harbour your love tight between the walls of my heart 

I will not let go, but treasure  

your gift.

village boy, 

to me you are a miracle. 

I am a dark ant in a dark world - 

yet you found me.