First Date

This was not expected You waiting Name lit up And me so troubled, alien My head boned out An oval with huge eyes Dry skin pulled taut Mouth bone And so I pass the gate Unsure A small boy in a battered cap A boy without a poem to his name Without a memory Into this other world With strobe lights flashing Faces spinning Voices cackling in strange tongues You gravitate towards me, swaying Like a cool green mist Enveloping, embracing.... Later, walking on the beach You try your wings We fly together Wing on wing Quite breathless In the fading light We bathe in moonlight Dry our bodies on your huge white towel Draped out by blazing fires Our stories crackle on With smoke and sparks and tender embers glowing Morgal (14/6/97)

 

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