Acquittal

She came to me that night in a flash of light
like the magicians we see on black and white TV
Her body is still imprinted within my mind's eye
where I dwell when I've become bored of the world
that surrounds me.

Cautiously, we meet under street lamps
as to avoid being caught by passing cars,
Long coats disfigure our bodies
until we appear before crowds as society's discarded
on travels unknown.

Invading Streets whose names are clouded,
we promenade to the sounds of violins
and although sometimes wielded by children
our feet patter upon cobble stones in harmony
as we stride forth.

Long sunsets guide us west towards home
amongst a nest of tulips we fall towards the ground
knowing that at some time we will stop
to look back on our shadows, who have not
yet returned.

She appears to me as angels did to men
on putrid rocks but free of sin
and always she leads me from
a paradise I've yet to see or touch
with words.

Come and slow yourself to my tempo
as I absorb the surf lapping my grass
feel each breath of wind reaching for your skin
and let me ask you again of fire,
of life.

Where have you gone for the summer
and why haven't I come along
to witness your rebirth amongst seashells,
I have heard stories told of nights
under a full moon.





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