Collectables

I only climb up to fall,
to feel that thrill when you call
my name
and we slide then to grip tight
to see where it might go.

We are devoured by daylight
hours
that eat us away, but the night
holds sway in the kingdom
of love.

She mounts me
in her album,
I am
a living
memento
a butterfly trapped
by the colours
she flies.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.