Sunday, 14 April 2013

Auburn in October

Auburn in October

Grapes and apricots, cheese and crackers.
Two bodies in one cot, pleasing fireworks.
Mineral water, heaven's daughter:
Touching, caressing, boldly expressing...
Love in pitch black, her
Soft hand across my chest lurks

Into secret places, stroking faces,
Cups of tea and Celtic harps,
Camembert and we're bare too.
Custody: of each other 'til dawn breaks
The spell.
Now comes the sweet hell, of parting.

©James Craib, October 2004.

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