OLD GLITTER AND FLIP FLOPS

 

I dont quite fit

the cracks between your toes.

The glitter slides around the eyes

lies in the corner of truth

 

words we shared

rub my feet sore now.

No more lippy on my cheek

and hugs in the dark

a camp lark

down the mike

 

Im sure you don't

even like me.

A poke on facebook would be nice,

if not rude after so much time

has elapsed

 

I felt trapped

when I met you.

You had useful rusty keys.

I eyed them keenly.

You winked the wisdom I needed.

 

A reluctant hero: your cape

a sequinned shawl

your masculinity mascared raw.

 

I eased words coin-wise

in to the palm of your hand

as sand blurred the glitter

you brushed on my arm.

 

Charm can answer for much.

A touch echo'd for years.

A few words piled low

spanned the gape

between nothing and nowhere

A huge leap for me

 

before I leave

just one question for you...

do you still have that key?