Poem For Lovers

A fondness for freckles
And inner delight,
Fondles of fronds
Reckless and unfurling
Through my fingers,
We dream of brushing
The hair of forests,
Thinning into copses
Summoned at night.

I’ve been indulging
In the beauty of you
Again, you cupped my
Face and we translated
Pages of love from
The annals of an
Underwater citadel
Resurfaced, relieved
Of its curse and I am
Following the curves
Of your new anallobars,
Mid-Atlantic island,
The storms may lay blame
But you are the lighthouse
And you are the goddess
Of safe passage,
Swallowing the sight
Of your fires in flight
Until our demitasse
Spoon-shaped souls
Blew froth from the tops
Of mocha-coloured seas
Into our blood, the
Moon was tugged by
The lip of the world
And we were filled
With its unflinching
Unfaltering image,
A surface bruised by
Wandering men’s footsteps
Now entwined
In the eternal search
For each other,
Like scuba divers
Gasping as we prised open
The shell and the silence
Of a fabled pearl.

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