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Ian Mackenzie Aug 2018
Some mornings I wake from a kiss upon my lips

The kiss of a lover or the kiss of the morning sun

And when I feel that breath upon my lips I stir and look about

At times all I see is the light coming through my window and falling gently upon the bed

But at others I see your smile and I catch my reflection in your eye.  

My hands goes up to the back of your head and I pull you to me - to taste the sun upon your mouth
4th August 2018
Ian Mackenzie Aug 2018
We lie here - our bodies quiet in the late night heat

Off in the distance a dog barks as it’s master stirs and
in the fields the crickets give their last gasps of the day

A party lightens up a far away terrace as the wine flows and a secret flirt takes place as a gecko flits across a stucco wall, stops and moves again

And in this still heat our bodies merge - become one and we grow together

The far off waves of a Mediterranean Sea lap the silken sand

As we become one once more
31st July 2018 about a friend in Malta
Ian Mackenzie Aug 2018
Tonight, as the languid heat settled upon us, though far apart, an unexpected turn of events took place

For reasons unknown a voice spoke out and you were there to hear it's note

At first a soft voice of uncertainty, but then a more urgent call

A call that you heard upon this soft summer wind

And for a moment or more I felt the join of us
July 2016 - about JF
Ian Mackenzie Aug 2018
I sit here, looking at you by the window (French doors)
The window to the street; open and a July's stormy wind whispering through the open pane

The sky darkens and the dry dust is touched by falling pellets of rain

The staff go to close the open glass

But you sit by the window untouched by the falling sound of water; eyes only for your friend

And people walk past in the street
Some stop and read the fare
But you seem not to notice as they decide their choice

As I watch I wonder what words you listen to so eagerly as the wind begins to chill
July 2016 - written in La Casita in Guildford
Ian Mackenzie Aug 2018
Today, the heat has faded away
And as I lie here the cool air of this July night plays across the bed

As it moves through the darkness I hear the sound of music in the air
And slowly the gods of might draw in

Taking me to that place where I shall dream
Dream of innocence gone, of a remembered touch
July 2018

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