A tin of sardines
A ring pull of Blathering
The spoken words of Mr Eliot
And, in the shadows
The count of Monte Cristo
A plum filled pudding
Plucked strum of soft guitar
Drums over fallen fields
Older angels, and through the door
The whiff of drifted ‘Bisto’
Bacon, wrapped around
The slimmest of sausage
Dripped over and drizzled
Among the goose fat’s goose fat
Turn, twist, into a field of view
A scattering of leafless trees
A bunch, hung in mistletoe
Unsung but knowing
Over tiled rooftops on into grey sky
From a warm bed
With touch, without distance
Unseen but knowing
Fingers, footprints; my just to touch
Under quilted satin covers
With tender rapturous thoughts
Inclined, and yes, I showing
Laps of fabric, folds of skin
Gossamers of purest nightshade
Warm oils, burnt incense
The musk my love, flowing
In the half light on the canal side
Stevedores away for the weekend
Your footstep slips into the silence
The fog breathes, on one, long, clear view
For your eyes to sparkle, before the
Breeze block pallets, laid one on another
In the night light on the arm link side
She slipped away for the weekend strip
Soft dreams back out of the half-shades
The nip in the air is elsewhere burnt
On the log fired embers; the sea rushes over
Our pebbles and sand, over our pebbles and sand
The ginnel leads out into full light
The street falls over the pavement
Hold on, we are uncovered in all ways
Distance
The clock turns
The seasons turn
The old oak turns
To leaf, to belief
Shaken he is slow to return
But eventually does
Skin loses it's shake
It shakes off its second skin
Within, the settlements are regained
Husks are regrouped
Time
The wheels turn
The schedules turn
The computer turns
The old programme is re-programmed
Certainty is then slow to return
The set dates having been misplaced
Less than a year
Far less a lifetime
So to appear
Both wanting of love
Intricate relations
With fingers to hold
Each one sold on the other
Caring for love
Less to appear
Feared less now, nay forever
So to be near
Both wanting of love
Intimate temptations
We are still daring to love
