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my darling,
I’d like you to let
the light dance
off the bottled shelves,
glittering back at the
glint in your eye as
you explain
the intricacies of
your opinions on
nouvelle cuisine.
To Hell with trinkets!
I’d be taken by
tiny plates
carefully chosen and
shared, rubbing shoulders
as we delight in
devouring. Make me
giggle into my wine glass
and wish for
not a morsel more.
Forget the flowers,
I’d like to be led through
forests, or along the beach.
Feathered company
astutely observed and
erosion patterns explained.
Pointing and poking each
prized discovery,
show off as if you’d
scattered the stars
yourself.
Don’t bother buying
labelled leather.
Kiss me! Full, close
hard and hot
against the backdrop of
somewhere spectacular.
Slip your hand
across my skin,
exult in the sun’s blessing
and accept
my surrendered limbs.
Forget the gifts,
give me memories that
inspire absent-minded smiles
in supermarket aisles.
They excite me still,
when such days are
left to stories, and
leave me longing for
the next time you
treat me
to your company.
INTENSE//APATHY 