Natalie

She kills me with her being, on stretched out sunny days, dances like a fallen queen, talks of leaving home, an artist bright and unfazed, needs to expand her shores, has never left her street, tho' she's traveled many ways, resides with me upbeat, it leaves you to suppose, we're more than passing trains, when love like this gets close, part of me is reeling, sprinkling like flower sprays, visions on St Anthony's quay, now an empty cellulose, morning cafe' warmth and cakes, kisses at the dawn boat, time across my face.