Creamo

Sometimes I look in the window
of that jeweller near the spice shop.
I admire the fine, wonky rings
delicate gold and silver with messy edges
so different to my plastic 60s style.
I imagine being rich
I imagine stopping in
‘I’m shopping for my girlfriend’ I would say
I imagine trying things on
imagining which you’d love more.
I imagine them wrapping something in tissue
tiny and precious
that they’d put in a small, expensive bag
thick card with twill ribbon handles.

Later I imagine giving it to you
I imagine your delight
I imagine delighting in your delight
my chest warm and aching.
‘You didn’t have to do that!’
I know, I just wanted to.
I imagine having someone to love
in that cherished way.

I’ll watch you trying it on, admiring
I’ll think to myself
‘I didn’t know it could feel this easy’
this light, this delightful
and this moment
where you kiss me with flat lips
coz you’re smiling at the same time
happy to be so loved…
I imagine that.