aislingfwrites

The Origin of Love

In Uncategorized on February 26, 2013 at 10:53 pm

It started with music,
low hums which grew to open mouthed notes
soaring from the depths of unconfident singers.

It started with a studio flat in Clapham
and a guitar bought from Camden Lock,
with the vibrations on the skin of a lost woman
searching for light in the darkest of men.
“play me the saddest song you’ve ever heard”
So she pours more wine into mugs that don’t match
whilst he remembers buskers on Millennium Bridge
that all looked as if their skin were floating in the Thames,
long before they jumped.
Somehow the collapsible bed they sat on, her cross legged,
him sitting on the edge with his guitar in hand,
became the most tangible sign of love she’d ever seen.
Music, floating like smoke in the dingy room.

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