Fading light.

Summer fades-

Small.

Small noises
its 627 in the morning.
I can hear
a dog barking
He does that every time
he's out.
Birds are singing.
My coffee is lukewarm
Ideas run through
my head
Stories and possibilities
For a character
in a game
I devote
maybe too
much time to.
I think of you.
Our legs tangled
messy kisses
in bed.
I think of the slick-sticky penetration
our bodies joined
relaxing in to that languid
relief, of panting breath
 Hands grasping.
Maybe a nap.
I think of them;
their feet stamping
voices calling
Milk and toast
cereal and carrots.
Where will you go
today my loves?
The jungle?
the sea?
on the porch with
tiny plastic animals.
A bin of sand.
Lately
recently
You've explored
old noises.
Noises from a time passed.
The old flavours
a brief thrill
nostalgia.
'Far too frail'
indeed.

it has a name.

The rejection
has a reason.
a name
a cause.
Your fears are still there-
but it's not all you.
Confessions in the fading
light of summer.
You won't even name them
not here-
respectful.
Only..
Gentle words
of support
suggestions
for
assistance.
Small steps
small.