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Hermés Scarf

Thinking of you and loving you,
I'm painting candy art,
and slipping into something
like when I was a slip of a girl
and you spanned
and we spread our wings.

Singing in the bath, using
a rubber hose as a shower
to wash our hair,
those were our pauper days,
too poor for oak boards
and wall to wall carpets,
we had threadbare rugs
and scratchy blankets.

The silk shawl which I still have,
except it is more holes and
the gold thread has lost its lustre,
I still lust for our artist days,
smoking substances we knew
we shouldn't and drinking
badly distilled something or other,
those were the days.

Thinking of you and loving you,
some memories never lose their colour,
they are brighter now than ever,
the sun more gold and the sky more blue,
a beggars stew decorated with nasturtian leaves
I knew I shouldn't and the linseed oil
I dropped and thought could mask with lemon.

Happy days, funny days, I miss you more
than I did all those years ago,
I hold comfort in the boys you never knew,
hugging and holding, ducking the moods,
those were my snood days,
I never did like hermés that much

Poetry by Elle