Psithurism Interludes
One day perhaps
I want
and shall, invite
you, into
an open glass
fronted room
with ocean view
and you
will lay with me
there ..
On top of both
our hastily
discarded robes
and where
beneath a navy
spiralled,
Van Gogh sky ..
You may
choose to watch
and feel
me resurrect
against
the backdrop
of a gentle and oh’
so rhythmic
psithurism ..
Both more than
merely
grateful to a very
welcome breeze ..
Yet still
keen to leave each
of those dead
and drying
orchestral leaves
outside
our deliciously
and deliberately,
unlocked open door ..