HEAD CLEANER.

The intimate moment you made for me
Was one breath long,
And I can estimate its take on me
Once you have gone,
As acute events recall for me
The previous one,
Whilst the next prepares itself for me
To come undone.

The unlettered items long for me
To bear their prose,
And artfully attrition me
With blizzard snow;
Their inventiveness confuses me
And off they go,
Then eagerly return to me
In sunny clothes.

Their appeals do not consider me,
Or my estate,
Or dealings seasonal to me
However late,
And frequently embarrass me
At work or play,
And furtively mine under me
And your highway.

And further down the line from me
They’re more detailed,
But nearer to the vine of me
The ground is veiled,
And even when you’re next to me
Your image isn’t,
As memory is taking me
Down through its prism.

The light is always good for me
Within this mind,
Eyes that conveyed their love for me
Are colour blind,
And feelings once averse to me
Are re-aligned
Revealing unflawed scenes for me
Free to rewind.