- You gave me in the shining image raw with
Water, claws and streaming head
- That oblate crunch of teeth
Set in a grin that lives and dies with all our rivers.
Loving on the run,
You keep your red blood rapture close:
Defiant body heat
Amongst the Winter reeds and ******* eddies
Lit with bone white moons coldly
Whispering to the quaking weak
'you..and you - you will not see the Spring...'
But YOU - You will
You've got it sorted you have - YOU!
And I know about your Previous -
Oh yes, Sunshine, the list goes on:
That already-landed trout,
The picnic scraps,
The soggy **** (a shock they were!)
The little girl in daddy's boat
Who so wanted you for home and comfort...
But you love and leave them all YOU do.
Hey! Come back here! I've got more questions to…
But you've gone of course -
A bark, a twist, a finger (if you had one) to the bleary world.
Taking your pagan grace to depths we cannot see.
The Celtic torq of crystal bubbles track
Your ancient underwater poetry and poise
This artist's camera lightly saves.
And me?
My hopeful words: a suffixed flap
Of flattened gestures;
While slim you slip away
To snap your life on Life,
Salvaging the Sun
For Spring,
For us.
Feb 4, 2010
Feb 4, 2010 at 10:07 PM UTC
- You gave me in the shining image raw with
Water, claws and streaming head
- That oblate crunch of teeth
Set in a grin that lives and dies with all our rivers.
Loving on the run,
You keep your red blood rapture close:
Defiant body heat
Amongst the Winter reeds and ******* eddies
Lit with bone white moons coldly
Whispering to the quaking weak
'you..and you - you will not see the Spring...'
But YOU - You will
You've got it sorted you have - YOU!
And I know about your Previous -
Oh yes, Sunshine, the list goes on:
That already-landed trout,
The picnic scraps,
The soggy **** (a shock they were!)
The little girl in daddy's boat
Who so wanted you for home and comfort...
But you love and leave them all YOU do.
Hey! Come back here! I've got more questions to…
But you've gone of course -
A bark, a twist, a finger (if you had one) to the bleary world.
Taking your pagan grace to depths we cannot see.
The Celtic torq of crystal bubbles track
Your ancient underwater poetry and poise
This artist's camera lightly saves.
And me?
My hopeful words: a suffixed flap
Of flattened gestures;
While slim you slip away
To snap your life on Life,
Salvaging the Sun
For Spring,
For us.
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