Symbolic richness, an island castaway
Whose cymbal I once stroked lightly
Brushed with sensuous sensitivity
Tingles for the no longer single
Sweet, bright, intense of night
Danced until the moon wainedTalked through to the dawn
Excitement of acquaintance
Wake of a bright new morning
Gang-time of a breakfast
Rich stories, with secret smiles
Weekend life and weeks away
The wonder of the why
The magic about to find out
Burst visions; no more to know
Broken dreams, apart in reams
Painted toenails; rhyme not reason
a poem from the collection Painted Toenails in Nortons Grate - Love with Varnish Appplied available by clicking here