On such a day when sea-moss skittered sand
on bare wet toes,
as sky-sail scuppered all need for dour grum,
you and I
shackled wonderment for a miniscule while.
All rile was left in a yesterday-mire and just
nothing felt slutchy
to our touch of contentment that afternoon.
On that day we chawed risps of clandestine
pleasure,
talked of delight and gloried in being fettered
together as gyve.
Those stolen moments hankled all the asurn
of heaven and earth.
On such a day we two for a shimmering time,
became gently alive,
bare passion slaked, was sleaved in smeddum
as never before;
hagseed may take tomorrow but we had what
we had waited for.
We pierced a rive in infinity on that azure day
you and I.
N.B.
Grum = gloomy, morose
Slutchy = mucky
Asurn = vault
Risp = green-leaf branch
Gyve = handcuffed
Sleaved = raw
Smeddum = energy
Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 3:37 PM UTC
On such a day when sea-moss skittered sand
on bare wet toes,
as sky-sail scuppered all need for dour grum,
you and I
shackled wonderment for a miniscule while.
All rile was left in a yesterday-mire and just
nothing felt slutchy
to our touch of contentment that afternoon.
On that day we chawed risps of clandestine
pleasure,
talked of delight and gloried in being fettered
together as gyve.
Those stolen moments hankled all the asurn
of heaven and earth.
On such a day we two for a shimmering time,
became gently alive,
bare passion slaked, was sleaved in smeddum
as never before;
hagseed may take tomorrow but we had what
we had waited for.
We pierced a rive in infinity on that azure day
you and I.
N.B.
Grum = gloomy, morose
Slutchy = mucky
Asurn = vault
Risp = green-leaf branch
Gyve = handcuffed
Sleaved = raw
Smeddum = energy
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