Blurry Sheep

Grey dirty smears
Dashed across lush green landscapes
Blurred hedgerows glide by


Outbound again

It begins

The slow lurch of movement

Pulling away from you


For a time I can still feel

The ghost of your lips


On mine

The caress of fingertips

Echoes through my hair

Roots damp with sweat

The remainder of memories

Left with me

Within me


The scent of you


Breathing deeply it is all I can do

To revive the memory of you

Hands clenched around me

Skin soaked under your heat

Forcing a smile to my lips


As I sit absorbing the dull vibrations

Closing my eyes to blurred landscape

Shutting out the rumble of the carriage

Cursing that which takes me away from you