In simmering evening glow
beheld in jewel
moon, its pearlescent oval
hushes barking day
quiet.
For you are
held in my long hand
a heart engraved
rapture slavishly wound
about my making
as roses grow
thick in fragrance
nearer their petals
touch.
For you are
a sound etched in dark
slung over time, carried far
played years later
still we hear
the raw crocus
of your emergence
from stillness.
In unfolded stymen
this pollen we bequeath
each other
wordlessly with
oiled grace
are songs
unsung by
felted lovers.
For you are
my undoing
this life rented out
if you, indigo bird
solace in sweet brine
did not exist
nothing bearable
should survive.
In the marbled cave of our
entreaty, we
pour together till
stiff with purpose
a stalagmite to
behold the
ambering of
our union.
For you are
without comparison
touching that center
blazing and forgotten
sweeping landscape where
birds fill low trees with
their heavy cries
I catch my own voice
beneath your
urging form, we
merge together
softness a dream
to float upon.
In all the days spent
making sense of emptiness
the curve of your jaw
meeting high cheeks
eyes darker than ink
nothing replaced this
urgency to never
leave your side.
For you are
tasted between
consuming sweetness
against
the mellow fruiting
of
my
only
love.
TheFeatheredSleep 
Ivor I am checking in on you and hope you are okay my friend? Sending lots of love.
Thank you dear Candice, I’m ok in my little villa. Reading and writing, although my computer is playing up.. stay well,.. take care… 💙🌏
Oh Cand, I wrote your name down on my list of people to check in on! I’m doing okay – London is on lockdown but I have books, cigarettes, coffee, wine and an empty notebook to fill, so I’ll be just fine. Thank you for asking, sweet girl. How are you doing? xxxxxxx
And I love you, Candice! 🙂
Thank you for thinking of me. I’m spending a lot of every day chatting with family, far more than we ever usually do, simply because they are all off work and possibly getting a bit anxious.
Yes, we’re geographically isolated from contact with people, but we still have to shop occasionally. Up to now there haven’t been any disaster movie crowd scenes, but services are being reduced every day. Postal service, refuse collection, rationing in the pharmacy, market closed. I worry more about the effect on the economy and how all these kids are going to find work again.
Keep out of the way of as many people as you can. Self isolate even if the state doesn’t require it. It’s just silly carrying on as if we’re immune. No one is. The Pope’s taking no chances 🙂