in the aftermath

When I thought I might lose you
A heatwave crossed my heart and
Left my neck blushing as
My eyes bled to cool the rashéd skin

You gave me an alternative to the darkness

How easy it was to forgive every human
Failing except yours and in the aftermath
Of all that I feared I found
Your mask upon the counterpane

You were reluctant to wear it in bed

It feels comfortable in your hands
As I do in the texture of such fantasy
Carrying me your head bowed
My legs were not strong enough

Through the archway with flowers

When I noticed your pain
I understood your love and the gravitas
Of every scientific invention and patent
And of everything that cannot be helped.

You are where I choose to rest and who to bed.

Text: © J. L. Nash, 2012
Images: © Predrag Pajdic, 2012. Featuring Nicola Canavan.