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Monday, 11 December 2023

Why wait until it is too late

Smile

At the sun on your new shirt

At the love with which it was presented


At the sunlight on the golden hair

Where the sleeves end and where words begin


The bare feet, summer in your garden

Mid afternoon, backdrop to the children's voices


Back, stop; think on the gothic and lesbian relations

Unable to say

This is me, my one and only one true love


Lean back

Into dimples and dapples, the slow soft shadows

Over boundaries, beyond cusp of life and dream


Over the waterfall, dry in the drought of summer

Silenced by the lack of water

Quenched without first slaking thirst


The bare feet in the slow flowing stream

Mid afternoon, mid life, mid wife lovers

In between the before and the evergreen


Back, way along, songs of senorita's and sombrero's

Think now; while making ever lasting love

Of all the words which say I loved you



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