The watered charm of the impossible day
When I did say I’d be back
To claim all trees in leaf
And all bloomed spectacles of scent
For us to own into intemperance.
I failed to save the savour of that day
And the purpose of my hands weaving into yours.
All I kept within the depth of my breath
Was the voluptuous trail of your taste
Lingering on my lips as they parted
To crush all the unspoken truths we held.
Reading this is like watching a beautifully crafted Meissen vase falling in slow motion. The heightened sensibilities , the frisson of expectation.It is all in the anticipation.