Love Was

Love was
you trying to understand my love of black.
Crashing consciousness at unexpected moments.
Leading me down corridors of altered perception.

Love was
bringing strawberries, avocado and spider chrysanthemums
making me feel like a goddess.
Daring to hold my fear in upturned hands.

Love was
letting me cry into your wisdom
teaching trust of body and eyes
in the one long night.

Love was
finally sending me away from your warmth
into my own cloudy sunshine
to find the real love without you.

Love was…

 

 

 

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Léonie Scott-Matthews
Pentameters Theatre

 


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