1.
Late Night Impressions.
Asleep in your wagon
Our bodies almost touch
But not quite
Our minds too far apart
Your anger never leaves me
The anger of a loner
Who needs to share her love
To share her life
To wake up every morning
Next to a perfect stranger
The flowers on your windowsill
Are wilting in the moonlight
One tulip fading in a vase
Death made elegant
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
June 18th. - July 27th. 2017.
Note. The wagon was a traditional Gypsy Caravan, or Vardo.
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2,
Old Faun and Sleeping Nymph.
I have never before known such beauty.
The girl asleep in my arms trusts me completely,
And yet I am afraid my seventy years of error
Will project fraught memory upon her guiltless face
To make division where division should not be.
Meantime, I hold her gently in the half light,
Counting the starless hours as they exchange
Oppressive midnight for a misty morning,
When one pert smile is all I shall receive.
Shall I now wake her with a cup of coffee,
Or wait until the street lamps flicker out?
Or shall I snuggle deep into the calmness
Of this unquestioning love, so new to me?
It seems that she has sabotaged my will,
Taking all my strength by simply sleeping
Lodged in my arms, when I did least expect it.
It seems she owns this moment, so I must stay
Lost in her world, until she wakes to change it;
And then I must relearn in one quick minute
Who she is, and who I claim to be.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
July 23rd. - 24th. 2017.
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