CONFESSING ALL CELESTIAL FEELINGS
i love the way
your bum looks buffed
in the morning.
us both all scuffed
with forest musk
like dew spray
from romping and rawling
on rumpled sheets
to rhythms and beats
of Babylon
in humid gardens hanging on.
how eagerly love spoons
in the blossoms and blooms
of sun hazey afternoons,
then scented evenings
lying under jasmine ceilings
confessing all celestial feelings.
this ball of changing colours
and notes of lovers
piping from a wind chime,
wraps us both around time-
in dancing orbit
and singing duet
of gravity met
in mind and wit.
Copyright Strider Marcus Jones. 7th June, 2013. All Rights Reserved.
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