SCATTERED

Those seedy little seasons
In-between relationships,
Where anything that’s going
Flows through your head and
Does not quite drain, coloured
As If a master’s brush
Has touched your face.

And though you may feel
Clean when next you meet
A steady soul, the puddles that
Found themselves a loophole
To exploit remain to hamper
Your attempted foundations.

And you’ll find yourself requesting
All manner of deviations that your
Newly moved in partner can’t
Take part in, as you were not
Like this before – but then you
Were, remember – when you
Where on your own and
Loved the flood.