I feel your arms around me
Your hand, so large, so gentle
Meshes with mine.
We look out across the water
My neck invites your lips:
I swoon
On the flow that surges between us.
The taste of your kisses
Lingers on my tongue.
I turn, you smile
Blushed and suffused
With the beauty of this scene.
The harbour
The sandstone cliffs
The old walkway
And its abandoned caves
Signpost our way:
Pelleas et Melisande
Wander in the sharpest light.
The warm spring air
Trills our rising desire
And summons forth
The tenderness
That now consorts our bodies.
Meshed in this rapture
Caught alive
On the cusp of this wondrous knowing:
Like Daphne at Chloe
In sweet reunion
Time whispers its triads
As we take another kiss.
No twenty first century blues
No postmodern caveats:
Your smile rises
Like a curlicue
Born aloft
Silvery bright
In this lumière fantastique..
Gar Jones: October 2017
Your hand, so large, so gentle
Meshes with mine.
We look out across the water
My neck invites your lips:
I swoon
On the flow that surges between us.
The taste of your kisses
Lingers on my tongue.
I turn, you smile
Blushed and suffused
With the beauty of this scene.
The harbour
The sandstone cliffs
The old walkway
And its abandoned caves
Signpost our way:
Pelleas et Melisande
Wander in the sharpest light.
The warm spring air
Trills our rising desire
And summons forth
The tenderness
That now consorts our bodies.
Meshed in this rapture
Caught alive
On the cusp of this wondrous knowing:
Like Daphne at Chloe
In sweet reunion
Time whispers its triads
As we take another kiss.
No twenty first century blues
No postmodern caveats:
Your smile rises
Like a curlicue
Born aloft
Silvery bright
In this lumière fantastique..
Gar Jones: October 2017