That evening
I found you lost and alone
A mile or two from your companions.
A Greek Goddess out of tune with nature
Standing under the fragile blossom
That shuddered pink snow in a sudden shower.
I walked, head bowed, slowly towards you,
An acolyte in awe of your lissom radiance,
Your eyes the colour of nutmeg.
Only the white towel wrapped around your head
Conveyed a sense of the ordinary.
Your pet dog chaffed against his muzzle.
Perhaps he would have torn me into pieces
If given half a chance.
You grabbed me fiercely, compressing my knuckles;
I stood stone still, stunned by your presence.
Your pet dog growled and leaped in frenzy
Chasing mad circles around our ankles.
Somehow we side stepped his brutal Volta.
Deftly giving him the slip
We ran swiftly out of the garden.
That night the birds sang outside your window,
Singing all night as though trained to please us;
And twin stars danced brightly above Mount Olympus.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
June 22nd. 2013. - January 22nd. - 23rd. - 31st. 2014.
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