Thursday 6 February 2020

Something Stirring


Something Stirring


She was nothing to look at until once he saw her
floral swishprint kissy pert ankled frock dress
tie-dyed strict against half empty treasure chest:
not much to observe, he was willing to swear


to loose those feelings time jealously detained
ink stamped forests far from breadcrumb trails
in want of her eyelash sun-splashed smiles:
forecasting flash floods of warm summer rain


still now here she is again not up close or flirty
and he must have misremembered all the moves
laying out that ancient chessboard set up to lose:
melting her white on black eyed sighs for mercy


and it must must come feel it slow full forming
every next morning their corridor blushing
pauses catch wink-blown kisses slow rushing:
brush against shy blissed, ice rink tumbling


into oncoming headlonging hurricanes wild whirl
into dreamed mad fantasies bank buff reasons
into what can’t never be bringing only soft seasons:
until she clasps his slippery hand, boy on girl


trust in time push until it gives push open wide
and love left inside she shoulders him then cries
fluid smooth together lift like clouds and fly:
No. Nothing to look at until she saw him sigh.






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