Stars too sharp tonight

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i.m. rhys

were there blessings enough in your life?

your raspy-skinned hands,

lips needing balm,

right at my feet, you,

arriving via a wave and a surfboard

remember those double thicks at Tiny’s,

the helter skelter – for nothing,

you said...skipping your finals,

swapping a degree for a walk with me

music notes drawn with a stick in the sand,

the phosphorescence,

can of beans and the firelight

molecules astral-travelling…

that empty swimming pool,

our very own tree

where you serenaded me with your flute,

the kitchen back step and the quad

the windowsill with the cat,

thumbing a ride on a lorry,

the pyramid of logs on the back,

one etched with our names

and your letters, poetic, elliptical...

describing how love travels, like light,

emitting radiance always