Carne PlacePosted: January 18, 2014
Whilst out, around Llandudno
after a swim in the ocean
in a large cove
having a smoke
and talking to friend I last saw a while ago.
Trading new stories,
delving into old memories…
Bournemouth, where we first met;
how I came to call him the devil
and how he came to call me the heathen
and how we revelled from the south to the north —
Portsmouth to Harrogate,
during our times there — Lads indeed!
Then we got speaking of the loves we had pursued,
the world over,
how that turned him from a Capetonian devil to a Swedish maniac —
He is in a happy place, and I am happy for him.
I did, however, find much of the recollections of my swashbuckles mere marvels,
and nothing more,
but when the thought of US…
Yes YOU and me — if you remember that summer in Port Solent?
When our love was potent;
those were some of my best moments…
Even though life couldn’t be better now,
I miss feelings that matter —
We were free spirits,
with free hearts and freed emotions.
Who knew I’d find real love too,
even free love
in that foreign land.
© Heath Muchena, 2014