“In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest
where no-one sees you, but
sometimes I do, and
that sight becomes this art.”
― Rumi

Sunday, March 06, 2011

slideshow

tattooed ...
on the back of my eyelids

slide 1
her eyes send a smile
weaving past strands of
hair - highlights an' all, tossed
back without a care
- finds me, greets me
like a little
school boy, her
little school boy

slide 2
slim ankles play hide and seek
with the duvet as a
slender
finger traces patterns
on my nose which
wrinkles and shies away
like forget me nots

slide 3
sleepy morning - I clutch in vain
at wisps of gossamer dreams -
suddenly calm spreads
a kiss alights
gently on my forehead
or perhaps
another intangible strand of
unravelled dreamscape

slide 4
a song, a song, my
heart swells up in
angst of days gone by and
youth blown away
but then her face
breaks surface and smiles
at me from the inside
... immaculate
indelible ...
... incandescent

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