There she blows
at last;
have to tip-tap
type into the night but
somebody else has left a light on -
feels as if somebody half-naked has told me of beauty
but in a dream &

I escape to a nether-world where a dark-eyed dog is faithful & I can hear
myself whisper ' will never forget this moment'
The blue dew is a thousand separate universes shimmering; at once the lawn is sea,
but she is huge & pleasant & warming &, I walk glowing within

© Copyright David Bosworth March 2013