introspection
reflection
companions shun
flicking pasts click
and smouldering whys
incinerating scents of myrth
more
the slim tapers of pale wax
lit for some feast
returning to a center
drawn like a finger trail
languid slow
the tip tingles
and punctuated
finally with this o

the softest petals spread for the warming sun
and after this after all
when we have yet just begun
the glowing air and dancing star
will lull us too that gentle sleep

no umbrellas no
past hesitations
past inhibitions
past the misses or glance
beyond all that you left behind
beyond some other time
beyond that old clime
when this is close
when we are so
when took to no limits
getting wet outside
getting close again
getting in the wildness
no umbrellas no

rain showers
bring frolic hours
and drops well warm within
as steaming dance
in the very last
of dusky rays
in summer days
and closer feel
to everything
and closer
breathe the lingering sigh
and glancing up
you feel my gaze
has lifted tendrils
of tenuous mist
drifting across your ankles just
and rising as the this later hour
we find a need to retire
unto our inner bower
where warm moss becomes
a royal bed
and covering of warm skin on skin
we open now to
what can begin