The cards called you here

When you arrive

My curls will smell lovely

And I will prepare the best bounce just for you

I won’t smell like tobacco anymore

And I’ll taste better than I did before

Remember how you loved that taste?

I hope next time it’s even sweeter, the most satisfying that I can serve

Generous, longer lasting

Spice up your night life, like you deserve

And upon your re-arrival there’ll be flowers

To celebrate your coming, of course

And we’ll shed the petals in the bathtub

And wade together in the water as she whispers,

With a delightful cheek I am sure, to the tap or the basin, or whichever orifice is listening really: instructing them: ‘drip a bit!

Let them laugh. Be warm, be childlike, flow and play; stay kind”

And we will laugh as they oblige

When you arrive, mingling with the moon

I will hold you in a hug

(and I may never want to let you go

— but I will)

But I will hold onto it, and breathe you in

I already know I will fall in love all over again,

I have waited for this for longer than I can remember

And yet may still never be prepared

I have met you many times before,

And the cards have told me of your coming

(And of your going, when you arrive)