- You gave me in the shining image raw with Water, claws and streaming head - That oblate crunch of teeth Set in a grin that lives and dies with all our rivers. Loving on the run, You keep your red blood rapture close: Defiant body heat Amongst the Winter reeds and sucking eddys Lit with bone white moons coldly Whispering to the quaking weak 'you..and you - you will not see the Spring...' But YOU - You will You've got it sorted you have - YOU! And I know about your Previous - Oh yes, Sunshine, the list goes on: That already-landed trout, The picnic scraps, The soggy fags (a shock they were!) The little girl in daddy's boat Who so wanted you for home and comfort... But you love and leave them all YOU do. Hey! Come back here! I've got more questions to... But you've gone of course - A bark, a twist, a finger (if you had one) to the bleary world. Taking your pagan grace to depths we cannot see The Celtic torq of crystal bubbles track Your ancient underwater poetry and poise This artist's camera lightly saves. And me? My hopeful words: a suffixed flap Of flattened gestures While slim you slip away To snap your life on Life Salvaging the Sun For Spring. For us.

02/27/2010

Posted on 02/27/2010
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