When I think of
politics and views of
value in my eye,
The question is:
Who are you competing with?
And why?
Wednesday 22 January 2014
We swim in deeper rivers now
You walked past my wave,
And then turned at my touch.
You dropped your things; nervous, on edge.
"You're the same", I thought, and smiled,
As I watched your flustering shame,
As I took in your eyes once again.
The air was dull and cold, a winter's day.
We hugged; you felt familiar,
So slight and yet so real.
Warm, beloved, delicate, I pulled you close.
How has it been so long?
With instant growing feeling, we set off together,
Catching threads of life between us,
Cascades of joy undammed.
So much to say, we talked at pace
Without fear of silence.
Different journeys of the heart,
The distance we had to cover,
Yet conversation flows like milk.
Nothing is small talk, nothing hidden.
We cleared up hazy memories,
Reeling in the years gone by.
A night in London somewhere.
The subject turns to old letters kept, and we
Check the bonds have been preserved.
A stable pact, our common mischief.
We laugh at old Blur lyrics, sing some Frank Black.
Eddies of feeling stir with new vigour.
We soon decide to drink all day.
Our eyes start to linger, I swim in your gaze.
You tell me not to leave,
But you know I could never do that,
Not for any duty.
An old hook, a new line.
Once we paddled upstream, not quite innocent,
But so much river has flowed since then.
Now we play in stronger currents.
The elation surges, now I feel it again
This fervent spring stoppled for too long.
"So, what about that desert island, huh?"
**
But no, we can't. We have to stop.
Things aren't the same. We need to think.
Look away or I'll look back.
If you moan like that I won't forget it.
I'll tell you how.
Not here, not now. Another world.
But this is it. The present chance.
This the absolute, the realest thing,
Undiluted by time.
The mind swirling through sensual motion
And raging ardour, pulsing fast.
**
Suddenly, the spell was broken,
The tractor beam switched off.
My mind tried to collect itself,
From where it had been floating, triumphant.
The pangs begin.
You're not mine.
"You're the same", I thought, and wondered,
as I watched your flustering shame,
as I took in your eyes once again.
And then turned at my touch.
You dropped your things; nervous, on edge.
"You're the same", I thought, and smiled,
As I watched your flustering shame,
As I took in your eyes once again.
The air was dull and cold, a winter's day.
We hugged; you felt familiar,
So slight and yet so real.
Warm, beloved, delicate, I pulled you close.
How has it been so long?
With instant growing feeling, we set off together,
Catching threads of life between us,
Cascades of joy undammed.
So much to say, we talked at pace
Without fear of silence.
Different journeys of the heart,
The distance we had to cover,
Yet conversation flows like milk.
Nothing is small talk, nothing hidden.
We cleared up hazy memories,
Reeling in the years gone by.
A night in London somewhere.
The subject turns to old letters kept, and we
Check the bonds have been preserved.
A stable pact, our common mischief.
We laugh at old Blur lyrics, sing some Frank Black.
Eddies of feeling stir with new vigour.
We soon decide to drink all day.
Our eyes start to linger, I swim in your gaze.
You tell me not to leave,
But you know I could never do that,
Not for any duty.
An old hook, a new line.
Once we paddled upstream, not quite innocent,
But so much river has flowed since then.
Now we play in stronger currents.
The elation surges, now I feel it again
This fervent spring stoppled for too long.
"So, what about that desert island, huh?"
**
But no, we can't. We have to stop.
Things aren't the same. We need to think.
Look away or I'll look back.
If you moan like that I won't forget it.
I'll tell you how.
Not here, not now. Another world.
But this is it. The present chance.
This the absolute, the realest thing,
Undiluted by time.
The mind swirling through sensual motion
And raging ardour, pulsing fast.
**
Suddenly, the spell was broken,
The tractor beam switched off.
My mind tried to collect itself,
From where it had been floating, triumphant.
The pangs begin.
You're not mine.
"You're the same", I thought, and wondered,
as I watched your flustering shame,
as I took in your eyes once again.
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