Put down your defences,
Your arrogant armour and
Turn the kettle on
Let the steam fill the space
And the sound of water boiling
The argument
I’ll just sit here
And you there
In silence
Whilst we hold ourselves
And empty anger into a mug
Until it evaporates and my heart
Softens for your surfer eyes;
Until it evaporates and my heart
Remembers:
With you it flies.

Copyright Hiraeth 2015