Wednesday, 8 August 2018


If You Were Mine (and other lies)

by Joneve McCormick


You left me in the early hours
not waiting for the pale yellow
of a flower
or leafy trees to shine,
fleeing to softer lights
before the sun
could touch my arms.
Traitor, you are,
yet I love your heavy-lidded eyes;
I would shield you, were you mine.
You would not need to be

a faithful lover as you think.

Together we would swim
through purple-flowered seas
and wild beams of the moon
until the start of time
If you were mine.