Milk of the poppy

A lipstick kiss stain
pressed in the centre of my diary
I closed the chapter on you
but I still open you to smell your perfume

On the day you said
"you'll never go unrecognised"
"preach your art,
and preach it from the heart"

Milk of the poppy
you no longer have to stop me
milk of the poppy
we walked the fields behind me
milk of the poppy
you no longer have to sedate me
with your eyes
with your smile
it took a little while
to get me head straight
the milk of the poppy
and your sun dried daisy chain
pressed against my heart
when I'm lost in the dark
alone with my imagination

My memory of you
jay walking into my mind
across my streets of restraint
in and out of sight,

You brightened blackened days
the storm has settled
and the rain has yet to come
when you collect your tears
and bottle them up in crystal vials
to look back on,
without acknowledging your fear...