The sun shines down and penetrates my life.
Hot is my tearstained face... as is my all consuming loss.
Shining, burning, on all of me that loved and stayed,
And on all of me that time has left betrayed. Decayed.
That time: When flowers magic'ed my virgin eyes.
And we would lay watching nought but passing air
Such air in a cloudless, calming and even sky!
There, in pasture arome'd of hay and sweet stalked grass.

Beating, beating, throbbing down upon just we two,
To lighten dark night to bright blossom'ed day.
And she was loving all my love, my love, my Love,
Her thrilling fingers 'twined as one with mine. With mine.
And her lips of pink pink straw'berries, and cream
As soft, as smooth, as her heavenly kiss divine.
And she spoke all the words I ever had needed, was mine -
Made she all the sounds that enchanted my craving ears.

Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting throughout
To burn and penetrate my ageing skin,
But I weep - I cannot help myself - for that love.
That love, that love, that all consuming perfect LOVE.
For thoughts of how that love then flamed, inflamed.
Those welcoming fields of waving Summer grasses;
When youthful blood fulfilled our throbbing viens,
And we were one above, below, inside, above all else.

Above all else. Above all else. Above. All. Else.

© Griffonner 2024