LOVE STORY

LOVE STORY

Not sure
what it was

if it is anything
you night call a
romance

a love
story

an orange cobra in the
short grasp
dancing for me
foot of the mountain
scales
catching the Sun

the grass grown tall now
no hope of that mixed
fear and
delight in once
more catching sight of her

turning serpent
myself
surrendering my life to her
my sweet
zero at the bone as
Ms Emily might
have
described her

whose young image it
will be
brought back from
all those years
ago

so lithe
so wise

as my eyes close
embracing darkness
with
a feeling
of love coiled up forever

full stop to everything.