Velvet And Vine

I cross-connect the cool spring breeze
With a smile and the pouch of musk
Where my heart wrestles on such
Wonderfully inauspicious moments

Your almost lack of absence brings
With it the calm of freedom from
Emotional distress as if stepping off
The life and love roller coaster

Although to have a woman to hold
Do you remember how I held you
Would you dear, allow me now
To remind myself once again

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Transferred

It is without connection
Pen freed from paper
Darkness freed from light
Lust freed from love
Mind freed from body
Hope freed from despair

The decline, differentiated
To the flatness of the earth
The deceleration, integrated
Beneath the snow capped peak

It is without transformation
Thoughts freed from deed
Taste freed from touch
Warmth freed from cold
Presence freed from absence
Joy freed from angst

Further decline, attenuated
To the seas hollow echoes
Further deceleration, exemplified
Beneath the moon filled sky

We are without transference
We are without connectivity

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Societies

Winter is over
The tea room is open
Tomorrow we go to London
Spring is in the air

The discussion is about Easter
When is it, why is it
That it fluctuates so
Apparently it’s a religion thing

The conversation moves on
To daffodils; all will be gone
By Easter, same for peonies
It seems, so I am led to understand

I thought I might find peace
But no, not here, not with gardeners
In such profusion, talking habitually
About The Habitat Society

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Once More

The pen top is taken off
Clicked onto the non-writing
Section - securely

You have not gone away
Even among these rather mundane
Words you waltz in the ether

The wind traverses
From the garden, through
The hallway to my shoulder

You might never go away
Even among inconsequential words
Your presence often dances

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Building Project

I am observing roof beams
And their agricultural attachments
Then, quite unexpectedly
I hear the birdsong

I could quite easily take a nap

With the sun warming me
Through my jet-black clothing

With my mind slowing down
To the pace of cake and coffee

I have to make a move, to re-engage

This space, or its equivalent
Could be formed from our old
Stables - yes it would work
And we ought to get on with it

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