Monthly Archives: May 2011

Volition

Expensive Italian light fittings are wasted on me.
Give me tea lights in jam jars; scatter them in the grass
under a lunar-lit counterpane littered with fractal planets.

I don’t need to be carried to bed in silk lingerie.
Just lay me naked on a blanket in the dark under the Sessile Oak
and trace the contours of my breasts with fallen catkins.


I don’t want to sit on cowhide watching flat-screen plasma.
I want to lay sated and spent, with my limbs still caffled in you,
listening to Spring seduce Summer in the night-hushed garden.


And though I will relish every moment with you,
I shall not mourn the passing days or changing seasons,
for when Autumn comes we shall have acorns.

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