Pas de deux for Lovers-
Michael Dransfield
Morning ought not
to be complex.
The sun is a seed
case at dawn into the long
furrow of history.
To wake
and go
would be so simple.
Yet
how the
first light
makes gold her hair
upon my arm.
How then
shall I leave,
and where away to go. Day
is so deep already with involvement.
July With Her-
Michael Dransfield
Of a day
when it ended
keep nothing but light
the incense of her breasts
motiveless satisfaction
Forget,
before dark wishes down
how her lips tasted
how gladly she loved you
in the bright trees
Leave all
sight gave
these intrinsic
landscapes
frosted colours
Take only with you
when you go
a handful of what
happened
to heart and mind
before shadow
great with blue
doubts
will have fragmented
as time does
memory's
narrative
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