Tom Bley

Again in summer beds

We found ourselves floating

Burning up into the night

Tangled to tethered lines

Our limbs mixing tails

No longer landlocked or tired of trying

To extend beyond our limited reach

Because I've been wearing this albatross

Around my neck

And you've been wrestling

With broken bones

And bottled ghosts

But I still see you golden

And I know with love grows

And I know our limbs glow