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Sunday, 20 November 2011

Lay Quietly


The gossamer of finest denier
Cast into still air
Still its ether hangs

Tall pampas grass
Faced into the ocean wind
Still it stands erect

Silk scarf so finely spun
Lays light upon your shoulder
Still its quiet resounds

Spray so fine; hardly a mist
On the crest of sand and down
Still its hope glistens

Perfume; worn with a lovers touch
On a neck nape softly under spun
Still its dream captures

The vacation so easily missed
On the calendar often read
Still its love we kissed

…this poem missed out on the collection Massage slow, mellow in - Love off Campus to find out which poems did make it click here