Untouchable
You come into your still room
Carrying branches with leaves
And see me shaking.
In a sudden breeze I had wanted to see you.
Had jumped in my old Ford Pop
And roared up from Brighton
And there outside One-ten you stood
Wide-eyed.......laughing
This miraculous affinity blew me away
Leaving the baffled child within
To struggle with signs whilst I
Am grateful that we walked together
In that healing wind across the dark
Mysterious Heath).
Awake in your soothing room......
You, sat on the bed silently sewing.....
O beautiful enticing laconic Madonna.
Outside your window the black
And white dog watches a seagull
Glide across the uncut lawn as I
Am drawn ever more into creating
An image of beauty
An image of you
Born of concealed narcissism.
You ask me "what do you write?"
Another bird flies by. I read this poem to you.
You look down.............sewing.
I can't help it! I'm stuck
In this moment........seeing you
Was my full stop. I CAN'T stop
Looking as you......shy from this crush
The child keeps forming. So I
Quietly
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