(for Deb)
she arrives in warm bursts of spring sunshine
flowers, dandelions, daffodils, drunken kisses
to intoxicate and overwhelm every sense, lures
‘will you write a poem and dedicate it to me?’
kisses beguile ‘we can collaborate our words,
until creativities flow together in fluid ecstasy,
young energies that melt into older knowings,’
we visit galleries, readings, and ballet together,
she says ‘forever and forever’ and I believe it,
we sixty-nine and drink each other’s essence,
we wake together in entanglements of limbs
memorise each besotted pore, each loving cell
sensual verse rhythms, erotic romance of touch,
she sucks my cock and drinks all I have to give
so there’s no more, she’s taken what she needs,
when she goes, she leaves only the winter chill,
because they all go away in the end…
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Andrew Darlington
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