Sunday, 19 February 2012

Pulse

(the 14th of February, 2012)

Attuned to love’s pulse
Days quicken
Nights come round
Suppers of sweet and sour
Fruit picked green and ripe abound
One little seedling nestling in our bed
Caged between arms and legs –
The branches of two arbours intertwined
Locked in rest
Pillow tenderness
For that which is yet to grow
For that which at dawn half a-dream we caress
But will never possess.

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