Sometimes words sound
as though they contain other familiar words -
(there is no cocoa in a coconut
and corridors have no relation to doors)
But afterwards, in the night garden
among the foxgloves and forget-me-nots,
it sounds like beauty
and you may recognise
the noble sweep of stems,
the furry softness of leaves,
even though the Latin escapes you
Earlier, in languorous silence
we climbed the stairs
handheld and heady,
where on a guest bed
we found each other, and
were this a movie,
I would have closed my eyes
and surrendered to your kisses,
in that hard place between
the heart and a good day
or above the trellis
thin and reserved
as pale moonlight...
the night garden
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Sighhh...Magnifique, my dear Friend. You cultivate such original, raw, fresh imagery with your weavings of words. Good luck in the contest, Sweetie. You're always platinum in my book. 
