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Long-Term Love Affair

Long-Term Love Affair

The world stopped, then changed forever. Confronted by your rare, incomparable beauty, I was seduced at first sight – yes, I admit, by your looks, those mere externals – the sleek lines of your body, your colourful presence....
I was bold. We got together. You didn't disappoint. Such skilled performance! You made everything smooth and easy. After each encounter I emerged smiling, not only satisfied but further enraptured, more and more amazed, thrilled, infatuated.
Then, at length, the rumours began – the whispers that you might be – oh no, impossible! – but yes: evil. However, I'm hooked. Won't desert you (couldn't bear to). I've grown dependent. So I turn the proverbial blind.
Easy to dismiss all such ideas of secret wrongdoing in the face of your loveliness – changing with time, yet uniquely, characteristically yours, only yours ... and the surprises you still manage, to my ongoing, my unalloyed delight.
Once, with friends around a table, one of them said your name. She and I and one other spok…

When?

(Trying the Tetractys)


When?

When – never? – will you feel my eyes on you, see my hands reaching before I can stop?
How can you remain always unaware? I want you to tell me of lightning now.
(Want that you know lightning.) But I suppose you are just someone who likes the quiet.

In Fussy Little Forms at 'imaginary garden with real toads' today, Marian invites us to attempt the tetractys. Mine's a triple tetractys (the idea being that one reverses the form with each new verse).


A Poem About Running

A Poem About Running

You sent me a poem about running by someone or other – not you – just because you liked it, and thought I might too.
Then you turned and ran far across landscape and sea, huge strides clearing the distance to a ship that sailed off without me.
The running of time is uneven with many pauses for breath. But you were quick. I don't know if you ran towards life or death.
You'd expect me to write you a poem. You know that's what I do. Here it is, if you ever come looking – a poem about running, for you.

Written for Poets United's Midweek Motif ~ Running