On Waking
Once upon awakening
yet
before the first kiss of dawn
both her retina’s
caressed and blinking
pastel strobe effects are born
Then his poem swiftly read before
She took her breakfast
On the lawn
Partly ritual and now
Part her famous repartee…
Only moments later tho
Her palms went searching
and so very
very desperately
For that place she thought
his shadow slept
It was then no less
he realised
That he wanted to be forever
in her depths and debt…
Twas also then he noticed
broken leather sandal strap
and discarded robe so very
full of the scent Patchouli
Ah’ yes both arms were
stretched about her head and
legs well kissed and wet with
sweet dew from somewhere set
A golden triangle beckoned…