Saturday, 6 July 2024

Like Christmas Morning

(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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