At every turn, yet
You have yearned not of going back
Always instead to reach out, without end
Or fall away
Wither there, to die a quicker death
Curvaceous leaf; your sheaf, your shape
As her neck nape with pleasure gave
Strains of the toughest, twice turned cheek
Always instead to float until way past late
Or drip when clipped
Annotated as a signature, on the vase or cheque
Pink white blossom - you arrive unnoticed
Well dressed
No thanks to the hibernation times
Always instead to spume your fine perfume
Or phrase your dusted past
Onto the pictures of our pastured pavements
This poem is from the pamphlet Rainbows On My Spectacles - Love Through a Lens
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