Sea View
Whenever he’s not with me
I think of the mole on his back,
espresso brown, mild in temperature
and always lifting to the touch
as the skin on our morning coffee,
left on the side to go cold.
The diver-bird-shoulder-blades
I let roll like a tidal phenomenon
under my hands.
That tide ebbs when he keels onto his back
and at times I have waited all day
just for it to come back in again.
Of late I have thought
it is enough that I am always going to love him.
I think I am going to make a coffee
and write about him to anchor myself to his absence;
the paper will lift to the touch.
I will watch for the tide to come in.
Daisy Coral Eve is a poet from Macclesfield, Cheshire. Having completed her MA at the Manchester Writing School at the beginning of 2018 she now lives in South Manchester. Her writing is very influenced by place and by growing up in and around the North West.