(By Sil, 24th of January, 2024, Hereford)
a candle in the autumn sea
love is a child clasping a leaf
under flaming sycamore trees
at home, she peels off every garment
sleeps naked, curled up on the kitchen floor
exuding the sensuality of
a summer day at the beach
her skin has the appeal
of fresh snow on a hill
a canvas for the gentle brushstrokes of your fingers
she will pucker up to receive your kisses
and wipe them off
love knows the rule of return and re-entry
that snowdrops
will eventually break through icy ground
that a poem is not just for Christmas,
when you arrive, defeated,
an old hound
that lost the fox's trail
she’ll make you feel
like Christmas morning
and when you’ve made your bed in the guest room
love will always call your name
for she knows that
although you hide
you always want
to be found
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