Let’s go outside
We’ll get wet if we have to
Cling to me
like those mornings we wake as one
Let’s take a walk
and promise me we won’t speak
Our love is better without words
Words are anger, make us shelter
Let’s hold hands
I’ll make circles with my finger
We’ll ignore the cracks between
Save us from this wild tide
Let us drown in the river
Here is the grave
The concubine and slave
The scent you’ve been missing for ten whole years.
The ripe, used air of something
You take it whole in your mouth.
My planet now your planet
The mornings and nights our orbit.
But if only we had met somewhere
Time stood still.
Every Minute, Every Hour
Every minute, every hour,
My mind finds you and sits you front row
At our puppet show
In a dreary theatre not far from our dreams
it seemed our lives would be one forever
At the end of my tether I now see how things are
From this speeding car
Lights move and miss me
and every minute, every hour,
I see you and hear you and wish you hadn’t gone
Shaneen Gorman is a Donegal native & Maynooth University graduate who has been finding solace in poetry since those awkward teenage years. Her work has been published in The Rose Magazine. To read more of Shaneen, click here.