Andrew David Dalby (17th Of March 1967 / Brighton East Sussex United kingdom)
giddy wonder from a near slumber
I recall with such vivid giddy wonder,
The way she so loved to gently play.
And how she slowly stroked my soul,
With her tender misdirected sway.
Yet she left me with a hint of rose,
That whispered to my aching heart;
And through her open gooseberry eyes;
I felt our worlds slide… then slowly fall apart.
I recall the azure crystal constant sky…
It was hinted with a whispered kiss;
That melted milk like upon the horizon,
Close upon those long legged Grecian cliffs.
Lashed they were… cut quick… near stiff…
Plunged with a sweated rusty ochre sword;
Yet… seemed to me to breathe so deeply;
As she touched my heart upon the salted shore.
I recall how we faced each other silently;
Amid this dreamy cream filled atmosphere.
I felt we were separate, yet linked together;
Entwined, within a delicate crystal sphere.
And like a desert -dry curled- snake like soul;
Forever intertwined upon this ancient land.
Oh I yearned to burst with words not spoken;
Yet fear of those daemon furies frothing,
Nearly kept me, from her very gentle hand.
But as our tender lips… damp and plump,
Full of vibrant deep ruddy needy longing;
Almost touched and longed to linger still,
There reached full chorus of morning song;
I felt my soul was torn from of light and night
And bodily thrown from this radiant place,
Then awake and so tragically dourly return;
To the sad mad bad cracked world of the day.
-(c) - ADD 2013
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