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a poem of love … for you

today is the time
for a rhyme
that changes everything 

now is the moment 
for a life
that remainders nothing 

no longer a book
struck off a list 
or a shelf 

empty of victories 
and showing 
only the failures of one

or two
people who could have been
once they'd seen 

each other and seen
the fire
in each other's eyes 

as cool hands 
of elegant line
held the arm of the man 

who fell utterly 
in the deepest of loves
that very moment 

on the intake of breath 
and more and more still ...
and yet just this 

was all he could remember
for a while after that night 
when her ciggie did burn right 

like the eyes 
they DID have for each other 
despite everything 

everyone said 
and maybe the two of them 
sometimes felt 

they ought to feel this too:
but profoundly inside 
the souls and hearts of each one

the truth never abandoned 
that which others called random 
and we knew from the start

were calls from the heart
of two lovers of the best 
who now just need to make 

the nest of love 
they deserved all along 
because nothing is stronger

than the treasurable reality 
of a woman SO fine 
and a man who signs away

everything gladly as glad can be

out of sheer admiration 
and respect 
and compassion 

and the fiercest of passions 
and the full recognition 
that nothing at all

happened better in his place 
and space 
on this rock 

as time tick-tocked
to what looked once upon a time 
like the end of a line 

and now just looks like 
the beginning of it all 
where nothing is further 

from their minds and lips 
than the nightly kiss 
and the morning trust

as breakfast arrives
in the sunshine 
of #stockholm's light 

as if slowly enters slinkily
like tongue to gentle tongue 
amongst the edges of the blinds 

which show us everything now 
and really how they do 
and really how: 

and how we ever never knew 
and then how too
when we rued the separation 

we couldn't even then
embrace the sensation 
that something needed doing 

before it needed doing:
because here yes it's true 
that the vintage we often aspire to

may need the years on occasions 
that waiting so long for the hug 
of true love 

makes the moment we do 
all that much more you
my embraceable you 

whom i met that evening in #dublin 
and now never want to let go
because you and me together 

are absolutely 
just so:
a love of delicate proportions 

where the hand and lace 
and sideways glance and sips 
and plates of good food 

sense the touches 
stealthy and covert for sure 
of feet and skin found underneath 

as playing with appearances 
only we know of
and see 

lead me to just one conclusion:
you and i were made to fly
and today's the day we do ...