Ortus

Sometimes a poem will come to me fully formed in my head, usually first thing in the morning, and feels more like a dictation of thought than an act of creativity. This one happened when I woke up this morning, just before by 6am alarm (waking up minuites before my alarm is my superpower, which admittedly, as far as superpowers go, is fairly useless). I reached for my phone (does anyone own a pen anymore?) and wrote this – the first draft. “Ortus” is Latin, for “Sunrise”.

Ortus

 

A hazy dream at 6:02
With memories hanging
Damp like dew
I had a moment
Sad and blue I

 

Thought about you this morning.

 

Of passionate kisses
Rough romance
Of meeting when we have the chance
Of heartbeats like a
Desperate dance I

 

Thought about you this morning.

 

The scent of your
Cologne and hair
The smells that lingered in the air
Time flew so fast it felt
Unfair I

 

Thought about you this morning.

 

Of groping hands
And steady pace
Of sex transcending time and space
Of conversation
Guilt
And grace I

 

Thought about you this morning.

 

You’d sit and smoke
And pour a whisky
Ponder life and
Try and kiss me.
‘Wonder if you even miss me

 

Thought about you this morning.

 

BF