Teignmouth

i make new memories
in this village of my past
like the new page you see
disappearing beneath this ink
the cross-fade of love
washes cubes of color
from the paintbox
she is gone
she was always there
fired with heat
aglow from a black sand sun
it is time
clock of surrender
switching oiled gears
across the flat bill bored desert
you take my water
and i realise
you were only a mirage

in the valley of death
we escape
from a guerilla bullet
into a perfect helter hole
skelter dark
a drop
perfect into a huge cavern
lizard watching
wet limed
stone forms quickly
filled, busied with life
catacomb of civilisation
that we so quick the pioneers
cannot are not allowed
to be in the first space again
but i find my self in
her arms
to profess eternity
diamond ring
on fire as she takes my head
in her soft arms