i.
The slow men sleep
but they feel fierce Spring too.
Me, above
drunk on animal breath.
You were so frantic with life.
I sing from this bed in pleasure,
make do with her little flicker of night.
Please!
Gimme away, as you do...
To the white, smooth, enormous sea.
ii.
Let no symphony recall
of black shadow.
Their goddess arose after Summer.
You, woman, who are
rock (almost feather)
can only:
Shower,
dress,
chant,
fly away.
iii.
But he is
of his place.
Yes,
they are ready as a dog
that must cry through ecstasy.
(c)Brent M Harpur, 2020.
"I hope, or I could not live." HG Wells
