The lovers swapped hearts
Faster than advised
In magazines and
By tarot cards.
Spending days
Fixing eyes and
Twining limbs
Till out of breath
And dazed
They sit
Watch a screen
And then do it all again.
Years passed and
Drew question marks
Over time.
They agreed after a few
That a thousand days is
Really nothing at all
On cloud nine.
Stamped with times
Where all turned unkind.
They: still
The world on its head
So the duvet and pillows
Fall from the bed
And coins on the floor
Brushed past them to fall…
And they: still.
Fixed eyes.
Limbs ready
To twine.
Sarah Lamptey 