Day 30 Celestial Love Look at you, your beautiful body and insides to match. Some suggest tomorrow marks a unique blue moon I know your skin would be bare. I imagine you, standing naked at your bedroom window. Your private space, you hadn't shared this bed with another body exchanging energy with the moon, you had told me. Your strength when, in 2010, they moved you to knock and lay down a new build. I felt your heart breaking with every word the strain it took to conclude memories are not inside brick walls. The physical walls. Your own walls are not Council owned. Can't be removed, re-let and given away every night I look at the moon, I think of you. Your turquoise eyes starring into mine. Our relationship layering with each year we shared. I have your wildest thoughts and you mine. When occasionally in the company of loneliness I look to you. To your strength in listening to your heart if there's no desire, to stop. Standing still I trust myself because of you I hold my heart. Live deeply knowing there's no surface there's a drop which sinks to a darkening spot we've learned to rest a while there. To breathe, to gather and breathe to swim back to shallow waters as to see the faces we so love. You validate my infatuation every ounce of it, today I am plotting tomorrow's blue moon as I would tonight's standing somewhere between the walls my bare skin, thinking of you. #100daysofwriting #day30 #thedon #themoon #mainwoman #lunchtimelove #writing #writer #women #london #manchester #wythenshawe #newallgreen (at Newall Green, Manchester)
