Tuesday 13 April 2010

A poem: For Bruce

drip, drip, drop, little april showers.
melted rays of happiness tinkle on our shoulders.
take cover under giant, peaceful trees,
the silence can bring us to our knees.
i met you, after you met me.
music drawn the intrest in our beings, entwined a conversation,
provoking common ground.
quick stepped, hip shakin', baby makin, salsa dance.
under the lightening doused sky,
in a boat, you sit palms up. Floating
in your own content. gutteral music growing
UP towards the dreams of day.
i once said you had eyes like pete,
vulnerable, big and brown.
they soar with dreams, take flight beneath the halo of sun light.
his pertruding eyesight.
buzzing, and buzzing, the flavour of your past,
soaked into your skin and your voice,
melting the words you say with a twaaang.
covering me with a warm salty air.
...t.b.c

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