I LIKE YOU

I like you
You’re paths are wide and curving
Your velvet shade
strokes my speckled leaves

Out here
among the iron lace
The rain and mist cannot dampen
our intended style of life

The morning always rises, I’m told
That shirt you wore most days, it seems
Our cup of tea of the afternoon,
the action of the pipe being lit,
the hat tipped,
the double chin to rest upon,
the elbow as an arse upon the bar.
Repositioning ourselves across the afternoon

Now, these flowers I sent you, sent back
I like you
Therefore I’m feeling blue

 

 

Malcolm Hill 1996