irises
busy in the wait
to one night
wake up to the northern lights
the purple
and the green
reflected in
eyelashes -
eyelashes that have
seen the lights
lights which shone
inside you
finger tips
touch memories
of your skin
the scars
from windows
and forgotten
rough handling
finger tips
that want to
be in Provence
among the lavender
the landscapes
and the sheer
surreality of it all
and the crazed
smear of a heart
which remembers
hazes
blots
showers
gear boxes
choco shots
and little children
selling balloons
