Thursday, January 13, 2011

how it changes

the scent of olive oil
becomes a familiar tone

reminding you where you are
at home or on a distant continent

with friends and family
and kind strangers

as dinner companions
on thursday nights

the only nights you chose
dark chocolate bark over milk

Monday, January 03, 2011

how it got

we ended embalmed
in the memories of the other

i don't know how
we got so close so fast

my fingers tracing
all the freckles on your neck

your lips mouthing along
to the songs on radio one

we ended up in love

this is how it went