Imprison me

Imprison me in May where we

meet in our secret lane

you - beautiful and naked under your

simple shift dress.

Hold me hostage in this moment where

arms crossed you slip out

of your clothes - creamy skin

the treasure of your breasts.

Capture me as I pull off my jeans

tear off my T – Shirt naked

ready for us as I lay

you down.

Make love with me amongst the

Dog violets and Cecile

Where clouds of Hawthorn blossom

meet your heavenly gaze.

Remember this always as

unhindered by your everyday -

life – you laugh and slumber

in this our sultry dance.

Linger in this stolen moment as fertile as

the month - walk away from

me full of our love with new life –

our own white cloud

growing within.

I drink at the Altar of you.

I drink at the Altar of you

Your back arcs in ecstasy

As thunder clouds hide behind

Ancient Mountains

Your eyes glorious Gazanias

As the nib

Of me navigates you

Searching – searching

I scallop your bottom

Thirsting in this

River of my desire

An arid lusting

As Jets leave your nail marks

In the sky

And this is for me a

Selfish sustenance

My cravings - this lascivious hunger

For you my love

For you.

Callow Top

Your waiting on the ridge

of Callow Top swaying in

the Holt.

The new Moon caresses

you with a promise

of tomorrow.

The sweet smell of your

blossom enriches me -

enters me.

As the blanket of our open

meadow unfolds for -

us.

In the darkness - snowy

Whitethorn embraces

Laburnum in nature’s

hustings.

Whilst even the virgin

white flowers of Nettles

entice me in.

Was that you?

Was that you

the low morning

Sun, shimmering in the

glade,

smiling?

Was that you

a chill chasing up

my spine, a wild Orchid

in the breeze,

swaying?

Was that you

a brilliant

Red Admiral

fluttering

just two inches

from my face
dancing?

Was that you

my little

girl

always

nine years old

nine years old,

was that you?