take my hand and climb with me…

thirty four degrees: ‘how do we ever even start to begin…’

Thousand Violins ~The Tiger Lillies

thirty four

A thousand tears shed beneath a technicolour altar, neon Total sign. Left you, leaving me. Me left, you leaving. Over and over, heinous holding pattern. Striving to be rational, contain this burgeoning desire beneath a crude yoke. Inconvenient love, impossible truth. Woeful attempts to reconcile, your lions to mine. Reality required sacrifice. Neither, willing nor able. Shackled to reason, we remained true to our jailers.  You said once:


“ May you have the grace one day to reach out when you realise… ”


Irony, prevailing handmaiden of stubborn lovers, sucked her teeth. Roles reversed. Tis I who hope you find courage to bridge this abyss. Burdened by old dreams, too cheaply traded.  Self imposed exile, martyred by your cross. When you’re ready, climb down.

One thought remain, one thought does stay…

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