Cloudless Twilight

 

In the stillness

The cicadas return.

In the merest

Breath of a wind

Likened to your kiss,

So gentle

The faintest of greetings,

Yet fullest

In expectations

To stir the fantasy

Of perfect pleasure,

A sipping

Of forbidden nectar

From a spring

Full sprung

Within the darkest soul,

To leap into the arms

Of softest down

And so to slip

Into

A dreamless sleep

Beneath a southern sky

20^th Aug 2011

 "To the father through the features of men's faces."
(As kingfishers Catch Fire) JMH

A thought suited for Sunday.